Last Saturday, like several Saturdays in the future (wink), I was surrounded by ladies. They call it a 'baby shower', but I didn't feel any cleaner afterwards. In fact, there were a lot of people trying to put their hand on mom's tummy, which just happens to be my current home, thank you very much. I have a feeling if they could've gotten to my cheeks, there would've been some pinching. But I'm not complaining...there was free food.
And the presents...oh, the presents. All for little ol' me. It's a little embarrassing: I mean, I'm just a product of an ancient reproduction process. I am adorable, of course, but it's a bad precedent to shower (oh, that's where it comes from) a person with gifts for just existing before he even enters your world. Don't you think? The poor dog never gets anything and he's been around longer than me. Oh, I've been handed a note from the Tall Man: the dog never gets anything because he destroys anything he comes into contact with. He also says getting things for free is a perk of being a Fox, so I should get used to it.
Now, I'm just a baby, so I don't know what all the gizmos and gadgets that I got are supposed to do. But, there's a lot of toys, along with a lot of things with Foxes, Cardinals and Missouri Tigers on them. M-I-Z! And, that's just what I can see out of mom's viewfinder. I included a picture of it from my point of view. Enjoy! Because I still have T-minus 7 weeks (?!) before I can enjoy it.
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