When we eat dinner, Bossa will always join us, completely disinterested (of course), but there, nonetheless.
On weekend mornings, when we crack the blinds to let the sun in, Bossa will lay in the sun, and move with it across the carpet as the morning progresses, and the sun dares to move.
Whenever male guests leave their lovely and new (to her) shoes by our front door, she will fully inspect them, and perhaps, make love to them.
In all the craziness of life, I can always count on my kitties to be my constant. Samba pics to follow shortly.
I feel the same way about Scout. Someone once said, "Dogs aren't our whole lives, but they do make our lives whole."
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