My human is working on his computer. Writing stuff he's going to use on the radio.
His keybord is going click click click, click-click, tsjack, click click. It's a good sound.
He just made tea and I got a piece of fresh cucumber. We're okay.
It's another foggy day in my town, pretty cold too.
I'm happy just to lay here on the floor next to my human's desk, close to the heater.
Notice something? Look at my neck. My humans bought me a new collar. Bright red.
It's supposed to help me find the Christmas spirit. But I'm still looking...
We have time.