Poor Sparrow - he gets all jittery with the fire crackers exploding. We coddled him most of the night, making sure the music is louder than usual to cut through the loud bangs. In the end, we retired to the computer room to work on our respective Nanowrimo works. I looked down and he had gone to drag his blankie from his chair and was nosing it around on the floor next to me.
How unbearably cute is that? I shook it out so he could cuddle and there he is, fast asleep. A little bundle of sheer misery.
I feel bad in that I have not written as Mark - my word count is only 3539!
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They used to bug Angus, too, but now he's too old to hear them.......
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