The day that Stepdaughter the Younger came up with her artistic rendering of Hazel the Pug, she and I were spending quality time drawing together. I drew a few pictures of Hazel myself, and this is how Hazel responded:
She picked up her bone, came over to me and flopped her head down on the sketchbook, looking devastated. Was she trying to tell me something?
My cat thinks anything I put on the floor is a new cat bed, whether it's a blanket, a workout towel, or a manila envelope. She stretches out on it and looks as content as can be.
Posted by: Lee Anne | April 17, 2006 at 07:54 PM
Lee Anne,
Just don't leave those Ginsu knives or that bed of nails on the floor!
Ellen
Posted by: Ellen | April 17, 2006 at 10:16 PM
I think I'm in love with Hazel.
Posted by: Janine | April 18, 2006 at 09:21 AM
I think I'm in love with Ellen's drawing of Hazel.
Posted by: Lee Anne | April 18, 2006 at 08:14 PM