Truman Day

Truman Day is a May 8th holiday meant to commemorate Harry S. Truman.  And not to diminish his work as the 33rd President of the United States, but… you know… we have a Truman too, named partly after Harry S. Truman and partly after Truman Capote. (Okay, so like 20% Harry S. and 80% Capote.)  So we celebrated yesterday.

He ate extra lettuce and alfalfa cookies.  We had multiple cuddles.  I didn’t tell him stop when he started nibbling at my sweater.  And I gave him his first bath.  I sort of did it on a whim because he peed all over himself while he was playing out of his cage.  He didn’t like it or not like it, looking around confused while keeping fairly quiet.  When he’s happy, he makes a wheeking sound and kicks up his back legs in excitement.  So he was fairly chill in the water, and I rubbed him with Aveeno baby shampoo while I crooned that he was my baby.  And then I cradled him in a towel to dry him and told him that he was my baby.  And then he endured the hair dryer while I reminded him that he was, indeed, my baby.

We have settled into best-friendship, by which I mean that he listens to me talk all day long and in return, he gets back rubs and a lot of lettuce.  I just freakin’ love him to pieces.  I tell him that when I come downstairs in the morning and about 20 times during the day and then when I go upstairs to bed.  I love you, Truman Harper.  I am so glad that you live here.