DAY NINE

this is Tigger, although we could have called her Minne, cause she cries all the time if her sister Polly is out of her sight, we also could have named her Shadow because she is my shadow, literally as I type this she is sitting tight up against me on the arm of the chair. She sleeps in a basket at the side of my bed when she isn't in our bed that is. She hates going outside and is always looked nursed, I think she has an identity crisis, she thinks she's human.