Big Tony ponders my return...
"They have returned. The number of days that have passed do not matter, I do not live by the calendar as they do. I assume they will be back to sleeping in my bed again, so today I have squished myself into Itty Bitty Etta's basket, to prepare myself for tonight's sleeping arrangement. I am fond of them, especially the strong handed one with stubble on his face. He and I share a love for fire side rocking, good fish and warm blankets."
