Poor Twizzle.


I am pretty sure Twizzle and I will be pretty great friends, and he might even let me ride him like a pony someday, but I get the feeling he is a little bit jealous of me. This might have something to do with morning cuddles in mom and dad’s bed. I can’t help it that I am small, sweet smelling and not furry. Sorry Twiz.

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