To begin the week, Walnut came down with a case of fleas. Luckily I managed to get him a flea bath before he spread them to the rest of the family.
(With much regret, I adopted Bellaboosh out to another family in town. The house was getting way too crowded.)
That night, Miles was outside stargazing in the snow, when suddenly a sort of wibbly-wobbly thing appeared in the sky above him.
A spaceship warped in.
And abducted Miles from the front yard.
A few hours later, his captor returned him to the sidewalk in front of their house.
Miles did not like the aliens.
A few days later, he started growing suspiciously plump.
Around this time – I presume this was unrelated – we threw a birthday party and NO ONE came. Not one single guest, either invited or not, showed up.
By this point, Miles had adopted a characteristic pelvis-forward waddle.
That night his lower abdomen began to glow and sparkle in an alarming fashion.
And he gave birth to the first alien hybrid Alphabetti.
Welcome, baby girl Nostromo!