And it’s a very good thing that I’m cute, because with all the foot biting, arm gnawing, leg chewing and plant digging I do when I’m not trying to take on the neighbour’s Pomeranian, it’s a wonder a particular resident of the house I’ve adopted hasn’t evicted my little orange butt.
Did I mention I had orange eyes too? Yep, I that damned cute. Lucky me, eh?
Now if you’ll excuse me, there’s a woman walking down the road out front. Time to see if she’s afraid of a prancing orange puffball.