Change the Language

Sunday, 11 March 2012

Recipe for sleeplessness

The boys drove up north to a gaming convention yesterday.
  •  They didn't make it home until the wee hours.
  • Throw in that it was even later with daylight savings. 
  • Then top that off with Fiona. 
She'd missed them. They'd been gone forever and obviously hadn't had proper chance to fill their Ragamuffin adoration quota yet. They got the full cutie pie greeting. Fi followed them around chirping hello and handing out ankle hugs. When Michel tried to turn in she and Romana were competing for the end of the bed. Forty five pounds of puppy ends up sleeping off to the side on a blanket because the kitten rules the roost.

No comments:

Post a comment