You got to laugh
Living at my parent's house is strange but comfortable. It is the house we moed into when I was 14 so I am very very familiar with it, but I have not been living here in over 3 years so things have moved of course. An example, I remember well to label my food in the fridge (anything without a name is fair game for others to eat). Heh.
Poor Sylvie. She pretty much sticks under the bed and has yet to come out of the little room we're staying in. My parent's big old Akita scares the living daylights outta my cat. She is really well trained and won't even look twice at Sylvie but the cat does not know that. Heh.
Poor Sylvie. She pretty much sticks under the bed and has yet to come out of the little room we're staying in. My parent's big old Akita scares the living daylights outta my cat. She is really well trained and won't even look twice at Sylvie but the cat does not know that. Heh.