My Sister

A special post for my special sister. When I was tiny, I thought she was my Mother. You see I was sooo tiny that I was still nursing off my Mommy. When I came to my new house, she nurtured me like I was her own son. She was only a baby herself, but she took care of me. She even let me suck on her teets, just for comfort, even though dare was no milk in dem. Well, over da years we became more like brother and sister, and at times husband and wife. We cuddle together and she cleans my coat for me. We luff each other very much.
I get jealous because she is allowed outside without her body on a rope, but I still luff her, and I always will. We talk about all kinds of things. Our favorite topic is trying to figure out what our parents are doing. She doesnt mind my affection for my Beaver either, which is nice because I can have my cake and eat it too. She loves to catch moths and birds. I have a preference for land dwelling animals like mice, personally. I am too fat and slwo to catch birds like she can.
here is me and my Sister, babygirl.
Luff, Lini