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    Tuesday, November 22, 2005

    Lions and tigers and bears...oh my!

    Ok, we don't have lions and tigers, but we do have puppies and kittens...well, one puppy and one kitten, but sometimes it seems like alot more. It is starting to feel a little like a zoo around here.

    The puppy actually belongs to my mother, but she works in the mornings, and I don't. So we have a part-time puppy to play with. Annoyed With The Situation Daughter feels that this is grossly unfair, since the puppy is only here until around 1pm and she gets out of school at 2pm. So far, however, my mother has resisted all attempts to persuade her to work longer hours just to accomodate her granddaughter's puppy fix.

    Sammy thinks the puppy is great fun. The puppy thinks Sammy is great fun, and also tasty. Harley's not sure what she thinks about any of this, and Peppercorn has her bags packed and is waiting for the taxi to come rescue her from this chaos. The puppy's name is Sadie, so when she tries to make a snack out of the kitten, there's the inevitable name confusion: Sammy, stop! No, I meant Sadie...don't let him eat her! Oops, I meant don't let her eat him! Oh, whatever...

    One side effect of having Sadie around is that Sammy is no longer afraid of Peppercorn. Peppercorn generally hisses if Sammy gets within 10 feet of her. After a week of being occasionally mistaken for a Milkbone, the kitten no longer cares, and spends most evenings seeing just how close he can get to the big cat before getting swiped at. This does not please Peppercorn. Peppercorn hasn't been pleased in awhile.

    Harley finds the puppy alternately amusing and annoying, pretty much the same reaction she has to the kitten. Often I will find her standing over the two of them as they roll around on the floor, and I know she is silently scolding them...Sammy, stop provoking your sister! No, Sadie, Sammy is not a Beggin Strip! Yes, I know he smells a little like one, but that doesn't mean...ok, quit it you two or I'm going to have to put you in a time-out!

    Actually, now that I think about, Sadie would be more like Sammy's great-aunt than his sister...

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