We cracked open a bottle of red last night and toasted in the new year. She got a bit tipsy and at some point she started pinching my cheeks and saying in a silly voice Look at that ickle choochie face - who couldn't wuv that lickle furry face?
The fireworks were banging outside, but it seemed preferable to staying in at this point. I clawed at the door but she wouldn't let me out so I made a den under the dining table and kept my distance.
Weirdo.
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