Ryanne just walked up to me, grabbed my hand and dragged me to the fridge. I tried to think of why she would want to go to the fridge since most of her food comes from the pantry. Then it dawned on me...water comes from the fridge. I gave her a glass of water and she's happy as a lark. She even stopped trying to crawl up on L'il bro's desk - likely looking for his glass of water that usually sits up there.
Of course, 5 minutes later she did it again so who knows what it is she's trying to tell me. I guess this part will stay a mystery.
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