Most days it is dark down in the box in the basement in the old hutch. It's warm and dry and snug. No bugs to mention and no loud noises. Lack of disturbances is desired by many but when this is all you have it get's pretty much the same and without stimulation.

Anyway, today was our big day, should not complain. She opened the old heavy drawer and grabbed the box. The loud sounds were a delight. Unwrapped the tissue paper and pulled us out. We didn't even mind the hot water and suds to remove the dust that had creeped into our being.

We are still sitting on the table even after the tablecloth has been thrown into the laundry with food crud waiting to be washed.

Tomorrow most likely we will go back.

Long napping. Her oft-wanted dream. Today was fun, she even put us in front of her camera.


Aren't there anymore days we can come out?