He loves having his face rubbed, and almost never bites. Unless you are rude. I can get away with stuff because I let him commit crimes, like jumping in the hay chest while I refill his feeder from the cedar chest.

Gustopher Jones needs to know more, and wants to know if the story is also about Timothy hay pellets.

Today I destroyed my copy of Neil Gaiman's book, Fragile Things. Among the images on the cover were a butterfly, a snowflake, an anatomical human heart. Fragile things indeed. I wonder if the local racoons will eat his words with leftover pasta.

There is a first time for everything. This is my first post here. Today is also the first time I destroyed a book. It felt good.