You know when you have a pet, you buy them special pet things? Especially in the beginning, when you imagine your pet will be doing pet things like pets on TV or in magazines? It's never like that; The best ones, of course, are those ads that beg you to send money to save poor animals. Those eyes. I don't know how they do it. I never hear Sarah McLaughlin gently singing in the background as a dog eats someone's underwear, or the cat snarfs up a hairball.
When we got Maggie, we bought her a cozy little bed. It's darling. She's never slept in it, in nearly 12 years. JoJo occasionally snuggles up in it, but it's Maggie-sized, not JoJo sized, so JoJo kinda splooches over the sides. They both sleep on my bed at night, Maggie right on top of me (when I roll over, she just rides the duvet. We call it cat surfing), JoJo tucked up beside me until I forget she's there and fling her onto the floor. By accident. She just walks over to the little bed thing and plumps herself down.
I tell you this only because they both get positively evil if I'm not home. I've been not home a bunch lately, and I have to leave again today for a few days. Maggie saw the suitcase open - again - and she's glaring at me. I hauled out sandals and plunked in long johns. I may still have sand from Palm Beach in my cuffs, but now I'm off to Austria. Going to Kühtai, to drive Mini Countryman ALL 4s. Soooooooo excited. I love the snow. I love Minis. Maggie is not impressed.
I will get back Wednesday to malochio eye. Or however you spell it. It's a Sopranos thing. Maggie has mastered it. Oh, and these pics? The girls in their favourite beds. The empty cardboard bases from their cat food. Silly things.