Today marks the 3-year anniversary of when I brought Stewie home from the Arlington Animal Welfare League. During our first few months together, he bit the snot out of me often enough. Eventually we started to understand each other a little better. Now, after three years, I can tuck him into my shirt, rub his neck, and listen to him do his little conure purr. I couldn’t imagine life any other way.
Happy anniversary, little brat!
I hope we have many more years ahead of us!