We already know that Byron identifies as a cat, with his indecision about going in or out of open doors while it’s freezing. We also know he’s a goat, for climbing on everything.
Today, we learned that we have a beaver.
Notes from a bemused canuck
Because of our travel schedule, we had our NY day meal on NY eve.
Even Byron had a portion, which he was very happy to carry around the house and the garden.
There aren’t any ham croissants at this meat library, but the chonk is discorevibg a hankering for Gregg’s sausage rolls.
Merry Christmas to all.
Byron enjoyed the gift unwrapping – his and ours. He also enjoyed his own portion of Christmas dinner.
So grandad, after I peed on my usual tree, I went to the park to see Edgar Alan Crow, but I couldn’t catch him, cause mom wouldn’t let me run after him, and then I stole Nala’s ball, but I had to give it back, and then I was going to go into town to go see the lady at the meat library, and….
SQUIRREL!
MOM! MOM!! Did you see? There was a squirrel in the garden!!!
It’s ok, granddad, I protected you!