Haven't had a good scream and chomp fest in a couple days, but she's back in the mood. I accept my role as chew toy.

Terrible day! Potato jumped up into a fly strip, it attached to her tail, and then she bolted through the house shrieking. By the time I caught her some of her toys had come along for the ride. Then I bathed her tail! She has already forgiven me.

I do think I need more knick knacks, but I may be contractually obligated to leave a spot for the VIP (very important Potato).

My dear,
Soon I may expire from hunger, for the callous beast that does reside upon my feet will not be assuaged in its desire for comfort. It taunts me with its contented rumblings, so like the desperate tremors of my empty stomach.

All my love,

First post belongs to Potato, as it should be.