I get exhausted just looking at Storm. We've been spending a lot of time together lately, and I must say -- it's got to be hard work lounging all day. All he does is follow me around trying to find the closest place to sleep (he's in C's bed right now -- my desk is right around the corner). The guy has a rough life. I also have no idea why he sits perched like this either. But isn't it funny how he matches our house so perfectly again?
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