21st December
It's so good to be home! I wandered around today, sniffing out my favourite corners. Alpha put my treats basket out of reach, though. "I don't want you to make yourself sick," he said, but honestly, Alpha: I had a bullet in my flank. How much sicker can I get? But I can't be too miffed. Alpha stayed in all day, keeping me company and fiddling with his phone. Glasses Man kept teasing him about "Christmas research", whatever that means, and Gun Lady told him to "just shoot down a bunch of "mistle toes". What sort of animal is a mistle that it has toes?
A/N: Thank you for all your messages, your prayers and thoughts. You're wonderful!
