Brigham’s daily schedule looks something like this:
He goes outside around 10:30 p.m., and then comes home around 8 a.m. starving, exhausted, missing tufts of fur. Sometimes brings rodents home with him.
He eats, drinks from the toilet, and then he sleeps all day.
He wakes up around 10:30 p.m., gets a snack, licks himself, and then it’s time to start the party all over again.
I imagine it’s close to MC Hammer’s lifestyle in the early 90s.
Now that the weather has warmed up, we’ve opened our windows, and Brigham is exhausted.
He hasn’t been getting his normal 14 hours of sleep a day, but how could he? How could anyone, what with all the bird watching there is to do?
Brigham has to learn that “sharing” is what you’re supposed to. Mary Virginia will have to share the chair.
[…] worried about it. Tom: Why? Me: Because I haven’t seen the bird in a while and I really hope Brigham didn’t get it. And if Brigham didn’t get her, I don’t want him to. Especially if […]