Percy has now turned 8. He has survived 4 very grabby chillens, a snake bite, a dog attack, eating grapes (after which I freaked out because of some dog special I saw saying grapes killed dogs, so he then had to survive having a dose of hydrogen peroxide and puking that up)(he's never eaten a grape since), and a night in the pound. You've had a busy 8 years you little turd. Happy birthday and enjoy the ghost t-shirt. Your sweater is coming soon!
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