One of my favorite things to do is scratch my belly. Foster lady was impressed and took a movie of me when I was busy doing this. It feels so good. The people here tell me to stop, stop, STOP ... and I try - really I do.
I heard them say that I'm about to get "the treatment" because of the itch. They said I'm in 're-cov-er-y' from the place where I lived in the dirt. Today I got special wipes and a new friend rubbed cream on me that made my belly feel cold and quiet. I slept good after that. I heard that I'm going to get special food too. Special food!
I better keep itching since it makes everybody run around and try to fix me. I love that. Almost as much as I like itching.