Mr. Biscuit is my best friend. Every morning around sunrise, I wake to his soft, staccato chirp at my bedside, and I peel back the covers to make room for him to join me. With a tiny grunt he springs up to the bed’s surface; it’s about the highest leap he can muster with his lone rear leg. I touch my left-hand fingertips to my side, making a ring of my arm and ribcage, and he curls himself therein. I pull the covers over him. He purrs happily. I go back to sleep until my alarm sounds.
Mr. Biscuit. On the cusp of greatness, or at least of change. A new cabinet, a new life, just a jump away. But will he make the leap? Can he make the leap? He just needs a minute. It will just be a matter of moments. Let’s just watch and see. Very soon, I’m sure. Allow him to gather his thoughts. Take a deep breath. He’ll just save a little money first. Pay down a Visa or two. Then he’ll jump. Just wait. It’ll be great. You’ll see.
Logan: Hey MIKE! Let’s talk about this week on the site.