Over the last few weeks, Persil has taken to bringing me earthworms. She hasn't yet graduated to the mice, lizards etc the others catch. I take them away and dispose of them, which I know upsets her. So, yesterday I made spaghetti and there was some left in a bowl on the counter. Persil suddenly jumped on the couch with a long strand of spaghetti in her mouth and dumped it on my lap. It was as if she was saying: see, I knew you'd get to like them eventually. Now you are even cooking them!
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5/6/05 at 1:18am