I thought Picci was out all night Friday into Saturday and when I got up and went outside to do the various whistles/bangings/clacka-clacka noises which usually draw her, I got nuthin'. Hmm.
Then no sign of her for a couple hours more. Huh.
Then I chanced to look in the leather-covered milk crate doodad at the foot of the crib:
Not sick or anything, just crabby and sleepy and hissy and a dick. So all is "well."
Monday, September 17, 2012
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