It pretty much goes like this: around 7am or so we go in his room and say “Gabey, it’s time to get up”. He squirms and hides deep in the fluffy blankets. You feel around trying to squish him. Finally you find him (we call Mr. Chittles….a name David invented). He begs you to rub...
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