It is always the best part of the day. She gets home, and I know food is coming soon. I rub against her leg and let her scratch me on the head like she usually does.
“I know – you guys are starving.” Read more
It has been 17 sunrises since my little ones were born. Today Phoebe, my youngest, finally opened her eyes. She was the last of my litter to open them. Titan, of course, was the first after 13, and the rest little by little until Phoebe. I was a little nervous something was wrong, since I saw my first light after only 7 setting suns. I then realized they would be long-haired like their father. Read more