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Is Carmen.  Sure, both the cats think he is the bees knees, but Carmen has decided that the dog belongs to her - not us, but her.  (Mind you, I can’t convince either one that the dog did not magically appear the day they arrived for their comfort and entertainment as it is.)

For quite some time, if the dog is around either Donald or myself, Carmen ( Read more... )

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One day last fall Carmen decided that she would only hang out in the parlor or dining room. By the end of the day I figured out that she had spied the ceiling fan in the living room and felt it to be a nefarious predator from above. Being the complete softie that I am, I turned the fan off. (That and I missed my lap kitty and didn’t want her ( Read more... )

Seriously, just ask her. She is strutting about the house today with the air of one that has seen it all, done it all, and survived it.

The reason for this attitude? (Well, other than being a cat.) Carmen has been OUTSIDE.

Came downstairs this morning, let the dog out, went to the bathroom. Came out of the bathroom, gave the dog his biscuit and ( Read more... )