Four Paws and Very Pesky

I found out what would happen if Joy got inadequate exercise. Between me being a sickie and the weather being below zero all weekend, Joy's only been only getting out for short potty breaks, with the exception of one very nice walk with her granddad. She's neatly proving Cesar's Exercise, Discipline, Affection mantra true by being an obnoxious pillbox despite unlimited cuddling and belly rubs. Actually, she's being really wonderful, I'm just comparing her to normal, nearly perfect Joy. As bored as she must be, she hasn't destroyed anything or eaten any household pets, she just won't stop poking me and every time I wake up she's right there, breathing heavily on my face and staring with tragically hopeful eyes.