Last night I went upstairs to find this business - Mr. Otis (aka Handsome, the Oatman, the Brown Clown and just plain O) all sprawled out as he loves to do on the one spot he knows he's not supposed to be. Can you blame him? All those pillows to nest in? All that comfort in one place?
You can see too that he's using all his charm here. Who could resist that face? Batting those honey eyes at me as if to say, "What? I'm just warming up the bed for you. Don't you love me?"
The answer, of course, is yes. Yes we do. We love you ridiculously O, and we wish you a happy happy 4th birthday. Woof!
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