Today Mused waved hi at me for a few minutes. She realises she isn't number 1 in my life, and is fine with that for the moment, until the dust settles.
Unlike my cat who is always number one, never number two. No, scrap that. She is number One Star! (1*)
No more cute photos today, but a short tale.
This morning I left the house, locked the door (I go out the back), and looked at the drive. Belle looked at me. I walked towards the drive (it's on a hill going up). She walked up. I walked further. She jumped down to the front door, sent tall on all four paws. I looked at her, said goodbye. There was a glint in her eye. She was going to hold a party while I was at work.
Naturally no sign of the party when I get back. She's good like that.