Hello, peoples of the internet. Obi here with a lot of changes to re-
HELLO MY NAME IS JACK AND I LOVE YOU.
-port. First, obviously, is that I have a new broth-
HELLO MY NAME IS JACK AND I CAN’T WAIT TO MEET YOU.
-er. Jack. More about him later.
Because, Jack, they need to know why you’re here.
I’M HERE BECAUSE I LOVE THEM AND WANT TO MEET THEM.
No, why you’re-
YES, I LOVE THEM. I LOVE YOU. I WANT TO MEET THEM. WILL THEY RUB MY BELLY?
Jack! Look! Crunchy birds in the window!
Anywho. Sadly, my brother Oliver is no longer with us. He was getting very old and tired and skinny. And deaf. When we found out we were going to move to another state, The Girl and Oli discussed it and decided he would rather retire at home. So she and I said goodbye to him, on our favorite snuggling couch, in August.
Which brings us to another change. We moved to Colorado. I like it okay. There are big screen OutTvs all over the house. The birds are very close in one window.
THEY FLEW AWAY WHEN I SAID “HELLO CRUNCHY BIRDS I AM JACK AND I WOULD LOVE TO EAT YOU.”
We also got another little human.
I AM JACK AND I LOVE HER.
Yes, you do. With two little ones, and a year of more knowledge, we decided we needed a better name for Squeak. He never ever squeaks anymore. So we decided to call them what The Girl calls them. And first we though Squeak should be Stop.
BUT THAT IS MY NAME WHEN MY NAME IS NOT JACK.
Exactly. So instead, we call him Buddy. And the little one is Okay. They tell her all the time that she is Okay.
Okay is weirdly appealing. She’s grabby and loud but I just can’t stay away from her.
I LOVE HER AND WANT TO SLEEP IN HER BED BUT THE GIRL DOESN’T LET ME.
You weigh more than Okay, Jack. You can’t sleep on top of the baby.
I LOVE HER AND SHE LOVES ME. SHE GRABS ME. IT HURTS. I LOVE HER. I’M NOT ALLOWED TO BITE HER.
Right. So the final change is that…this was a lot of changes. I got sick this fall and my head was pounding. When Okay was screaming I walked up and nipped at her. The Girl took me to a doctor who said my illness was stress related. The Girl put me back on the “Happy Juice” that I took when Buddy was a baby. I’m feeling much better.
I feel bad about nipping at Okay. Everyone understands. And The Girl points out that Okay hasn’t done that high pitched shriek, that was annoying everyone even without a headache, since. So maybe I trained her. But that’s the end of my baby training days.
Maybe I’ll train her to nap when she’s older – her big girl bed is very comfortable.
MY NAME IS JACK AND IT WAS GREAT TO MEET YOU. I LOVE YOU.
HEY, IS THAT A PICTURE OF ME?
My sincerest condolences. Oliver was a treasure.
Thank you for posting.
P.S. HI JACK!