Aaron & Melanie were in Nampa for the holiday. They consented to loan Morgan to us for his first overnight sleepover.
We don't have a crib but I thought he would do fine in Arielle's bed. (She was at Chanel's house for the weekend.)
So I jammied Morgan and took him into Arielle's room. There, ensconsced on a heaping pile of quilts lay the cat, Dashaway. She owns this bed, all the other beds, the couch arms, and all patches of sunshine on the floors 24/7. She took one look at Morgan; he chirped, "kitty, kitty, kitty"; she put on her grump face, and scrammed away.
We proceeded to pray, read stories, sing, etc and Morgan was completely happy to snuggle down. I turned off the light, left the door cracked slightly, and what followed was 30 minutes of silence. I was pretty sure he was asleep.
Meanwhile the cat must have forgotten her bed had a new occupant and jumped on again. Presently I heard Morgan in the hall chirping, "kitty, kitty, kitty?'. Dashaway dashed and I put Morgan down again.
Dashaway barely tolerates her people (us) and has no love whatsoever for strangers. Evidently, short little strangers are even worse. She spent the next 24 hours skulking and scowling, ever on the defense for the Young Usurper.
Why DO we keep her?
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I'm not sure I know anyone funnier than you. Oh my funniness. Normally, I find feline tales horribly boring. I'd read any of your feline tales though. Especially when they're also about my nephew!
Yeah, it was crazy! We had just finished doing baptisms and luckily took time to do our hair! She stopped us as we were crossing the street to the conference center and asked if we wanted to comment on the hiring freeze. We're enjoying being famous!
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