So, Snigs finally made it to my house. She was tap dancing in her kitchen when We went to pick her up. I love that. She was either excited to see me, or it was dinner time. I like to think it was the former.
See her up on my sofa? Where I watch TV at night? Things like Downtown Abbey (can you believe the next season is the LAST? To my friends across the pond, please don’t tell me how it ends), the Real Housewives of New York City (Sonya has a dog), MASH and Mission Impossible (the old TV show, not the movie with that weirdo Tom Cruise).
This is my place. I hop up here every night and snooze next to one of the peeps. Under the ceiling fan. With one eye open (so I don’t miss anything). EVERY night.
You’ll just have to picture what happened last night. There she is. Splayed out. Kind of like in this picture. And the peep on one end and me stuck in the middle. As you can see, there IS no middle.
So I just did what any Scottie would do under the circumstances: thrust my nose between the two big lumps and made myself real small next to the peep. In the MIDDLE.
Oh me. It’s going to be a long, FUN week! Woooooot! ARRROOOOOO!