It's Sunday. I love Sunday. People are here to pet me all day. It's great.
The only bad thing about Sunday is that the people get up late, so I don't get fed until almost 8.30am!!! Can you believe it? I really come close to starving to death. It says a lot about me that I'm able to soldier through until breakfast arrives.
You may notice in this photo that I'm missing a top fang. I was in a huge fight with a fox and I won and I broke my fang trying to eat his corpse.
Not really. I made that up. No one knows how I lost it except me, and I'm not telling.