Missy loves to curl up next to us wherever we are -- on the couch in the living room when I'm using my laptop or on the papasan in Dieter's office while he's at his desk. The only time she resists is when she wants breakfast. Then, she sits very close to the stairs and gives us pointed looks until we turn to meet her green-eyed gaze. Once she gets eye contact, she places her order.
Missy: "MROW!" (Rough translation: "I'd like a quarter can of today's special with a side of kibble to go. And some fresh water, too!")
Leslie: "Of course, ma'am. Coming right up."
Fortunately, Missy's not a picky eater, so she tends to be a repeat customer.
Happy Thanksgiving, Dear Ones
2 days ago