|Essence de Jelly.|
"This dog. THIS dog. Is the BEST dog in the entire world. I will have a dog like this of my very own one day."
The three cats in the house have differing opinions. Steve, for one, might want to have a contract put out on her, but he isn't the sharpest claw on the paw if you know what I'm saying. Minuit has placed herself on a self-imposed hunger strike for fear that she might run into Jelly at the food bowls. (As Minuit is the size of a raccoon, this might not be such a bad thing.) And Lola? Well I'm pretty sure that Lola might be the one who called animal services to inform them of a rabid dog on the premises. She's crafty that one.
|Lola - plotting from doorway.|
|I shall hug this Ikea basket - it will give me strength.|
Steve's the bravest, but again, not so smart. He's my sloppy tomcat - who executes a shoulder roll to have his belly rubbed the minute you're close. Strangely, he has not tried this manoeuvre with Jelly... there are still a couple of days to go though - it could happen.
|Only the cruelest and most unkind of humans could resist this face.|