The furry residents of Shakes Manor have been worried about me. Particularly when I come from a testing facility, they all want to be on me—something about the smell, I guess. This was the scene when I walked out of the bathroom the other day after getting home: All of them waiting for me, prepared for maximum cuddles.
So many adorbz wee faces. I don't even know what to do with how sweet they are. Except, of course, for thank them constantly for being so lovely.
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