when i mix myself a cocktail, ookala clicks my glass with her milk bottle, says “scol”, and takes a sip. endlessly. and when i make a mojito, she demands a twig of mint in her water bottle.

also, she ate her first piece of cod liver, from a russian can made in murmansk, near to north norway.

today ookala learned how to say the word “yumm!” it came when she’s tried her first miso soup.