Radar, for his part, is in decent spirits -- better than he was for most of October, anyway. No more hiding in the hayloft or deliberately taking on the worst farm chores just to be alone. Plus, ever since he clued in that Helga was pregnant (a little while before Mr. Rambo did, but it wasn't something that needed telling or fussing about until she was further along), he's been having fun spoiling her rotten by sneaking her extra sugar cubes and giving her the kind of nice, long grooming sessions that'd put the casino's spa to shame.

He's carefully detangling Helga's mane as Edgar approaches the barn, and calls when his friend's barely got half a foot inside the door: "Hey Edgar."

Bandit -- the Purrloin skulking around the barn that Radar adopted last month -- immediately abandons her attempts to wind around Radar's legs in favor of trying to trip Edgar instead.