Stripes

Mom called George W to come in the house. George W didn’t come in the house. You know why? Because he’s out chasing tail. Those birds are making a racket out there and he’s out chasing tail feathers. He sits in the window dreaming of birds while mom is at work. A forlorn figure really, dreamy eyes gazing across the river. 

He does his best to get outside and run with me in the yard. He acts like a dog. He also grooms me sometimes, licks my ears and such. Depending on my mood, I may allow this.  

He has also been known to push a bag of treats off the cabinet onto my head. Psycho cat.

We received a rather lovely picture, I must admit, from our artist acquaintance, of George. I can’t decide if he looks regal or crazy. Those eyes. We decided to call this picture “George on Stripes”, though that wasn’t my first suggestion. Mom learned of my prowess with the keyboard and threatened to cut internet access if I'm tacky. We can't have that. I'll try to behave.

xoxo

Maggie Rose