On guard

I'm looking after my chewy.  I think they are going to become as rare as hen's teeth on account of they don't agree with my tummy.  They are, according to breeder Robyn, too rich for me, so THEY are going to have to find something else, which isn't kangaroo.  Sob.  I really like kangaroo.

I'm also looking after HER, she says her brain is fried, so I have to sit really close to her, and snuggle up.  Which isn't any hardship because I do love cuddles.