Grandma

I don't really know how to feel about my new Grandma. I met her before I think, a long long time ago but we didn't really spend too much time together then. Now however, we see each other A LOT!! Now don't get me wrong Grandma has her good points - she will often feed me if Mom is refusing to roll out of bed yet, and she gives me meat a fair bit too, but she also seems to have no fear of me which is quite worrying. She has no problem picking me up under her arm and carrying me around like a football and she is surprisingly strong for one her age. And she insists on me going out into the frozen wastelands daily! I mean it's cold out there, it's kinda dirty, and there's no food! Why on earth would I want to spend time out there away from the lovely warm house and the soft carpet that I can lie about on without getting mucky or itchy or scratchy? I like my life the way it is. Grandma wants my life to be different. I guess the battle of the wills is just beginning.