Eddie was screeching up a storm last night. Jeff realized that something was amiss and got up. He started following Eddie around, and Eddie went straight out the back door and to the garage, where Margot had been locked since Jeff had worked on his bike. Eddie got many scritchings and “Good boy”. (I locked Margot in my room all day last week, so you’d think she’d learn about doors…..)
Sorry, Eddie, we’re on to you. You just PRETEND to hate Margot; like the rest of us, you haz succumded.
