You can always tell a Milford man
For his first week at the house Milford stuck to his roots and camped out in the cubby of my roommates bookshelf. She luckily was okay with this arrangement and Milford ventured out cautiously for food, water and pats. However, any sudden movements would send him sprinting back towards his cubby and back into being strictly a Milford Man.
Milford's corner. Obviously not quite unpacked yet.
Peeking his head out to say hello
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