Tuesday, September 8, 2009
BooBoo sat me down today for a chat. She is not pleased at all about being locked out of the studio and has failed to understand that she can't jump on visitor's heads from the rafters. Screaming, terrified, band-aided customers. She just giggled, like she does. I explained that we use the money that the nice people give us to buy her tins. It was surprising how quickly she changed her tune. She and Meester Willard now greet customers at the door with a little dance and a complimentary martini.