i am eating some of my breyers 98 percent fat-free cookies and cream ice cream (my new absolute favorite. go. get some now. you will love it.) while i’m writing my story because it is oh so hot out. julius is sitting on the desk staring at the ice cream, which is on my computer table. he cranes his neck and moves one paw forward, then moves it back. it’s like he’s mentally figuring out how he’s going to get the ice cream. then he looks at me as if to say, “come on, can’t i just have one...