Noelle must have heard me typing about her and decided to be contrary, so she came over and stood by me for a good long time, letting me pet her. She didn’t climb on me (only Merry and Kringle are doing that at this point), but she stood there and withstood some torturous petting and even sniffed my foot for a moment.
I think we’re making progress.
Do not be fooled by the slightly alarmed look on her little face. She was LOVING the petting.
“You tawkin’ to me?”
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2005: No entry.