I Would Like a Marmot in the City

I miss the marmots (and not just because they provide so much blog fodder). At the moment, I most miss

1. Coming to the dinner table and being told by Tuey that I will be eating "applesauce made byyy the Tuey."

2. Seeing Marmot Babe tap his open palm with the index finger of his other hand, one of his self-styled signs. Translation: Put a treat right here in my hand.