Cat Treats
You may recall that when we brought the Burt Squirt home from the hospital, Miss Dorian Gray was none too pleased. Mr. Burt was hissed at any time he crossed her path, while I was ignored. As was Liam.
If the contents of my purse the other day are any indication, I am forgiven.
I am referring, of course, to the stuffed giraffe lying on top of my coupon organizer. I went to grab my cell phone to charge, and found him, too. He’s not a baby toy, he’s one of Dorrie’s toys–her oldest and favorite, in fact. Many a morning Mr. Burt and I’ve emerged from our bedroom to find it outside the door. Friends with cats inform me this is the equivalent of an outdoor cat presenting her master with her kill. Really, I’m very touched. And I wonder if this is Dorrie’s way of asking me to go out less often and pay more attention to her instead of the Chubby Loud One.
What Ms. Gray needs to realize is that the Chubby Loud One would love nothing better than to lavish her with all the attention and affection she desires. As is proven in the little buddy comedy that unfolded here yesterday. I shall not narrate, since sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words–and is quicker for a busy mom to post, too!
I think it’s going well, don’t you?







