Beckett looks rather insulted when I tell him he has the most boopable of noses.
'How
dare you! I'm the big blue brave bodyguard of the Dacha; you said so yourself!'
(actually he just dislikes being held - when he chooses to be a lapcat, it's clouds of purrs all around ... when I pick him up and put him there, it's Indignation City).
How is everyone else going with a world that refuses to do as they wish?
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