I got new jewelry! A new charm for my necklace! (I’ll translate to human for you: I got a new name/ID tag on my collar.)
Here’s the thing ~ my old one wore down so much, that if I got lost (and I’ve been known to chase after a squirrel or two), then no one would be able to read my parent’s phone number, and that would not be good. Seriously, I’ve worked hard to train them to my standards – they never eat a meal without giving me a taste of their food, I get the best spot on their bed to sleep every night, and they’ve been taught to know my looks ~ i.e. the “time for a treat” look, the “time for a belly rub” look, the “time to play” look ~ you get the idea.