So, the other night White Fang and I are having dinner, when Muffin (who had decided he wasn’t eating at that moment), took out of the cabinet White Fang’s old school lunch bag, put his arm through the handle, and proceeded towards the back door. He waved at us and made conversational sounds suggesting he was pretending to say bye, bye.
He came back to us and repeated the procedure a few times, smiling and waving all the way. White Fang was nearly having spasms brought about by extreme cuteness.
“We need a time machine to take us back to this exact moment,” White Fang said.
Yes, yes, we do.