What is the one sure-fire thing that, no matter what else is going wrong in the world, will make you happy?
I had a crappy day the other day, came home, hauled Bucky out of the cage, petted him and tickled his ears and scratched his belly until he gave me kisses. Five minutes of that (an interminably long time for him to hold still, generous creature) and I couldn’t even REMEMBER what I’d been mad about.
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