I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges. Lady Human, your writing stick is fuzzy.
Me: I just noticed that. There’s a little budgie feather stuck on the nib.
Sweetie: Baby and Bud, you have been careless with your feathers again.
Baby: We didn’t need it…
Bud: So we threw it away.
MoonCat: Welcome to Fall. As in feathers do fall. More to come.
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I am Doodlebug, King of the Olde English Bulldogges.
Sweetie: The problem with sneaky humans is you can’t live with them and you can’t live without them. You know, treats and food and water and a roof and blankets…
Doodlebug: You may even love them. Hey, birdies, what do you do about cold feet in the winter?
Bud and Baby: Eck. Eck. Sit on them. Warm feathers, warm feet.
MoonCat: The most sensible thing I’ve ever heard. What a nice change.
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“Is that what is called a ‘featherbrain’? I thought that only applied to humans.”
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