When Sandy and Luna first arrived they were... skittish. Ok, freaking out whenever we looked at them.
They were ok with us when we were seated or lying down, but as soon as we stood up and walked (and God forbid, walked *toward* them) it was panic city. Fur flying, cats disappearing, mass hysteria.
NOW.... it's "Oh, did you want to walk here? Right here? You mean I have to move two inches to the left to let you get by? Geeeez."
Or... "You're going across the room? Wait, let me walk between your legs. Several times. Togetherness is good, right?"
Walking in this house has become hazardous. Hazardous indeed.
I keep asking if they remember those happy days when they were terrified of us and hid all day. They have no idea what we're talking about.
Here's the cute pic of the week.


















