
"Do you know who I am?"

Livs in the sunshine.

Sophs watches the birds out the office window from her perch atop my monitor.

"You need cuddles, Mama?"






[Tils is on the bathroom sink, rubbing her face against the faucet.]
Tils: Mrow. Mrrrrow!
Liss: Whatsa matter?
Tils: [looks at Liss] Eoww!
Liss: What?
Tils: [rubs face on faucet] Rrrahhh!
Liss: Whatsa problem?
Tils: [looks around exasperatedly] Rreww.
Liss: [laughs] What's the problem, Tils?
Tils: Eoww! [rubs face on faucet]
Liss: Is there a problem?
Tils: [looks at Liss] Yah-eroo!
Liss: What?
Tils: [rubs face on faucet] Mrow. Yrow.
Liss: [laughs] What is it?
Tils: [looks at Liss] Yow. [rubs face on faucet]
Liss: I can't figure out what you want.
[Tils rubs face madly on faucet.]
Liss: What do you want?
Tils: [looks at Liss] Mrow!
Liss: Can you be a little clearer?
Tils: [runs at camera] Myahhhh! Yahhhh!
Liss: What?
[Tils runs back into sink and looks pathetic.]
Liss: Oh dear.
Tils: Myah! Yah!
Liss: That's so sad. [turns on faucet]
[Tils, in standard practice, dips left ear into stream of water, then takes a few sips, then looks at Liss and licks lips, as if to say thanks.]
Liss: Izzat better?
[Tils licks lips; looks at water.]
Liss: Go on then.
[Tils laps at water with adorable pink tongue.]
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