Hello humans and welcome to the story of how I came to live in Scotland. The Chelsi human and I used to live in the USA with my BESTEST dog and cat friends (I miss you Jefferson 🐅!) and some other pretty great humans we saw occasionally. She went away to do PhD research (why did she not take me, I still want to know) and shortly after she came back a Guy human came to visit. I was a little sceptical at first, but I quickly discovered that he was an excellent source of illicit human 🍪snakkums🍪, so it was fine.
After a while the Chelsi human put me on a plane (NOT FUN) and when I came off I was in Scotland. I hadn’t seen the Guy human in a while so I said hello to him first. Also, I was mad at the Chelsi human. I do not like planes. This new place was good though. I could join the humans in bars, coffee shops, parks, and restaurants. I am clearly the centre of the human world here in Scotland because everyone wants to meet me.
My humans are still around, but A LOT more these days. They take me for good sniffs, make wonderful hot water bottle nests (it’s cold so I need external heat sources and extra cuddles), and the Guy human still gives me illicit human 🥪snakkums🥪.
I supposed I have two favourite humans now.
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