When the corgi train starts rollin', it ain't gon' stop for nogoggie.
So I've been doing this with my newfound monk-friend for a while now, and I think I'm pretty much certain of something: This guy has to have been a tiger in a past life. He just... he understands me, you know? And he always cooks his rice JUST the way I like it. Humans can be difficult, it's true, but I'm quite enamored with this one. I'm pretty sure I'm gonna let him play with my cubs someday, if I ever have any.
Alright, so I'm EXACTLY the length I need to be to form a de fact bridge between these two ledges, which means Jamie should be able to cross my back in order to get to that acorn cache we caught wind of earlier today no problem. I swear to Ceiling Squirrel though, if he stays too long on that side in order to eat a part of my cut of our nut-profits, I'm going to swing out from under him on his return trip!
Wait, no, you've got it all wrong! I'm not jumping for joy in a figurative sense. In fact, I'm actually feeling a little down today... my kibble this morning was a bit stale, and it really threw me into a strange kind of funk! Rather, I'm literally jumping for Joy, because that's my human's name, and she requested that I jump. Which is totally fine, because a.) I like her so I like doing tricks for her and b.) she promised to compensate my leap with a milkbone.
Why yes, I do know how to pronounce the word "indubitably." Were you expecting a chick wearing a top hat to lack any sort of linguistic sophistication? Clearly you've not spent nearly enough time around chicks wearing top hats, my good sir. Now if you excuse me, I must make haste to this afternoon's tea time with my cousin Richard. Have a jolly day, chap!