I love what a complex little guy Rollo is. Most mornings, he will at some point drape himself across my forehead and heave the most massive sighs to let me know how much I suck for not letting him out of the bedroom to inspect the rest of the place. (This position not only lets him communicate his despondency over my sorry state of ferret-based
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