Still in mortgage approval limbo over here. I can’t wait to have that all taken care of so I can start sharing details of the potential new place. But as a placeholder, please accept two stories about one of our ridiculous pets?
With the house on the market, we’ve been keeping more doors and windows open to keep everything all aired out, and spending more time in some of our less used rooms like the guest room and office cleaning and decluttering them. Saturday afternoon, after a marathon vacuuming and mopping session, the guest room door was left open. A little while later I hear Rich call me from upstairs. “What did you do to Alice?” I was confused, but headed upstairs to see what he was talking about. This is how I found Alice.
Can’t find her? Here’s a handy edited photo:
Yup, she decided to somehow climb up into the bed, get under the quilt, and yet not disturb the rest of the bed at all. I guess she was comfortable? She heard us cracking up at her and tunneled her way out, looked at us indignantly, and marched downstairs to stare out the window for a few hours.
I don’t have any photo evidence of this second Alice story, but on Sunday night, she stole some leftovers we had left sitting out on the counter and chowed down. So, you might be asking yourself what we so foolishly left out that she could not avoid. Turkey? Steak? Fish? Nope. An ear of corn on the cob. Yup. She chowed down on it so thoroughly that I thought Rich had eaten it. The cob was picked clean. Ah, pet ownership. Never boring.