Candy the Arctic Weasel is curled up between the legs of the base of my guest chair, twisted into an impossible pose, fast asleep. It's too dark to get a photograph of her down there, so I've used one which was taken some time ago (and with the camera on my blackberry, so the image quality is pretty lame).
Readers may be wondering why I refer to her as an "Arctic Weasel" - there is a
long story there, but to tell that story, we really need to tell Addy's story first. So I'll let arbie tell the story of Addy, and then I'll follow up with Candy's tale of woe.
(Isn't she just the cutest thing ever?)
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