Flapper hung out on the couch with me for awhile tonight and told me about his day.

listen
Then he listened to me talk about my day a bit.

restless
After that, he was a little restless. So he got down on the floor. Keep your tail on the poop blankie, buster.

settle in
He settled in for a little nap on the floor, but then it was time for treats.


Flapper ate a few french fries, took his nightly heart meds and then headed off to his playpen to go to bed.

I could spend every night this way.

Sweet dreams, Flapper.