The Scribe

I love pens. Especially plastic ones with this rubber grip thing. Mum has given up, because I snatch them so often, even when she is in the middle of writing something. So she lets me have one, until it's chewed down to the state of being useless. But I can also spend hours - hours! - like this, just chillaxing, holding one in my mouth. Strange? Maybe. But I do love pens.