George of The Jeans-gle

I was a "mother" of three, man it wasn't easy when only one is sane. Uncle George, of course, is the sweetest among the three and he is also my favorite. (Moral of the story, I can only have one kid or I'll be bias)

Uncle George was the only "child" I would let roaming around the room because he is more potty trained than the other two. He loves ransacking my room. He even pulled out the letter "P" of my keyboard!!!

The seconds before the "P" becomes "RIP"

Being a "mother" of three, I have to go to the fruit stalls or grocers twice or thrice a week to buy them food. Once I got them melon, they had sugar rush/brain stroke and one actually fainted (I swear I thought it was dead)!!! I had to give CPR and kept splashing water in the face. Thank God it didn't die!

Since then, I'd only get them veggies and apples and sometimes watermelon. Even grapes are too sweet for them. Tough to be a mum but it was a great journey/memory.

His hobby besides Hide-and-Seek is definitely Eating

Eat like there's no tomorrow

Gotta lick every corner of the bowl

Sadly, my aunt hated them. She thinks they are creepy and she wanted them out of the house. So I had to give them away. But I'm glad they've found a great family. I sure am missing him sitting my shoulder or head.