Actually, they’re not grumpy at all. But they are old men. In July, just within a few days of each other, Stanley celebrated his 12th birthday, and Parker turned 15. This meant the usual steak dinner.
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The girls weren't left out.
Within a few minutes, Stanley was back in his favorite spot on the bed in a food coma.
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Parker did the same in one of his favorite spots, on the double bed in my office.
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