Sady, hubby's tabby, only loves one person in the world. She truly indicates that there should only be one cat in the house, as well. She barely tolerates me.
After nearly a year living with us, however, Sady has come to terms with Dorah, for some reason. She'll take a whack at wee Daisy, who stands up to her, whacking her back. Buster likes to bug her, and she'll whack at him through the front window, but she will share her twin bed in the office with Dorah. It is most peculiar. Hubby was watching Sunday afternoon football when the drama began, he balanced his tea on his lap.
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| Sady: What are you doing up here? |
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| Dorah: Please, daddy, may I stay? |
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| Dorah: Please, Sadie! |
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| Sady: I 'spose. |
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| Happy girls, happy hubby. |
