She’s reached the nut ball phase on the personality scale, giving ol’ Dorothy a run for her money.
She’s small but scrappy. She doesn’t take any bull from anybody else. She bounces around like a ping pong ball and if it ever warms up to the point I can hold the video camera without trembling and chattering my teeth I’ll tape her antics for your viewing pleasure. In the mean time I have no choice but to enjoy her alone.
(I have an overwhelming urge to knit her some colorful legwarmers, Punky Brewster style.)