Abishag wants to know why she isn’t quoted more often.

“I didn’t know you wanted to be quoted.”

“Why should the youngsters get all the attention from our readers? You even gave them a cute nickname – Kibble Kids. Humph.”

“Abishag, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to neglect you.”

“Well, you haven’t neglected me, exactly. Because I wouldn’t allow it.”

“Um – I’m fully aware of that. Should I try to figure out something to compensate for the youngsters getting more press coverage?”

“Finish the first book in the trilogy, so all our readers know how we three came to live with the old astronomer and Ptolemy before our mission began.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“We ‘sposed to be writin’ a book,” Annie Oakley said.

Geronimo: “What’s a book?”

Annie: “Dunno. But it named ‘Kibble Kids Dishunary.'”

G: “Lotsa work, betcha. When we gonna haf time too play?”

A: “Dunno. I’ze jus a kiten like you, ‘member? We duzn’t no much. We’z cute. All we hasta be.”

G: “Uncle Fred ‘sposed to help us wif gramr an’ spellin’ for blog.”

A: “Her Bring Food not ‘pressed wif Uncle Fred’s gramr an’ such.”

G: “Jus’ wait. We get book writen, we all faymust.”

A: “Mousie on a platr? Mole wif moth sauce?”

G: “Yum!”

Still Hunting Successfully

Walked through the seedling starting room tonight and found the varmint that’s been annoying Abishag.

Who would’ve ever thought Abishag could nail a mouse again at just five days shy of turning SIXTEEN years old?

Shazam. That mouse could’ve destroyed so many delicate seedlings, or eaten hundreds of seeds before they even sprouted. And of course the humans had no idea there was a mouse on the premises.

Way to go, Abishag! We’re so proud of you – and still astonished.