Say Hello to My Little Friend
No, not quoting Tony “Scarface” Montana. <LOL> Talking about Ducky, my new little fuzzy friend.
He’s a tad shy, which is why he caught my fancy. Poor little guy was stuck at the back of a bunch of Easter confreres who thought they were cuter and more buyable.
Not so. Who could resist that little blue face buried under the behinds of fat Freddy Teddy and portly Pierre Rabbit? Not I! Into the cart Ducky went.
We’ve bonded since his arrival home on Saturday and he’s settled in nicely. Ducky’s already made a new buddy; he and Karen Kitty enjoy napping together. And he loves to brush his bill! He looks so comfortable/adorable snuggled beneath the covers (no complaints when it’s beddy time). Oh, and get this—he enjoys ironing (who knew?!).
Ducky’s a dear. He’s quiet, no moans or groans, grumbles or mumbles. He’s simply happy to be. Wouldn’t it be grand if we all were?
Here’s to a happy week.
