Jerry Lee is asking if there is any grievance procedure that can be undertaken against his human companion. He claims that he is being systematically starved while I eat constantly. My story, on the other hand, is that carrying 119 pounds was exacerbating his hip problem. So, he now weighs in at a (almost) svelte 104. His response has been to root through the kitchen trash whenever my back is turned and to patrol the house, searching for Christmas candy.
I have sent along a few photos of the big guy and his new buddy, Pete. When Jerry Lee stormed into Pete’s kitchen last year, Pete started shaking like Don Knotts. It was really sad. He threw up twice that evening. The next day it was over. They now get along great.
Merry Christmas to you all!