I really did get to hold and play with Harold ...
... even though he didn't allow me much foot room. I didn't allow him much foot room, either. Or body room. Actually both of us were pretty cramped. I was crampeder, though.
... or maybe that's why he turned to look/growl/snarl at me. I smiled back. He just looked at me like, "Who the heck are you, Lady, and what did you do with my body space."
Or he bit me.
Take your pick.
Gromet can fly on his own next time.
;)
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