squee

Mrs T's owner's glued wheels from model aircraft onto her shell after rat chews off two front legs while she was hibernating in Pembroke, West Wales.

I sleep a lot so I have the energy to sleep more.

There there, I'll make the sads go away.

The squee flotilla stays in close formation.

Wait - why aren't I squee? I'm small. I'm fuzzy. And I got eight eyes to look adoringly at you!

She seems fine though.

High 3