Keeley was having a blast with her little baby knarl. Passion was adorable and friendly, even if his prickles got caught in her red hair, they were getting along quite well. She had talked to him and snuggled him, so he had to be ready for some food. But he musn't think she was out to get him.... she took a bowl of milk from the feeding table and set it on the other side of the playpen and let her knarl roam free. He'd get hungry eventually, and see the ungaurded milk.