April 11, 2011
I was recently pulled up for neglecting my cat, Meg, around here. And I must confess, its true- the poor thing suffers from a severe case of chronic bitchface, so is often over-looked in favor of the peach when the camera is out.
Credit where credits due though, right? Meg is about seven thousand years old (15-ish?) and has gallantly endured more than her fair share of puppy insanity over the last few years. As the matriarch of the family, she can scare the hounds out of the best sun-baking spots with just a sideward glance but, secretly, I know she loves it around here. She's even just started sneaking under my doona these last few cold nights... Just dont tell her I told you that, the lady has a reputation to uphold!