Animals

I think Maggie Rose just crossed her legs. Pretty sure she needs to potty; I open the door to let her out. Being the articulate sort, she told me, “Ain’t nobody going out in this rain.” Well okay then. She mumbled something about Noah’s Ark. 

No cat is as fast as the cat who knows he doesn’t stay in my bedroom at night. We can’t have George singing the song of his people, at 2 a.m., while standing over my head. Mama needs to rest to function properly at work, thus providing funds for which to purchase most excellent dog and kitty food. And treats, don’t forget the treats. 

These two own the place. I love animals.