3/17/2004
Maower is on a diet, and even his tiny cat-scaled bit of weight loss has given him some attitude. Usually content to slumber in the hall closet, he has recently taken to jumping on unstable surfaces, looking around wildly, and jumping down. Complicit in this behavior are the maddening swoopings of birds outside who are still looking for the massive tree that was here last year. Finding nothing but a stump, they shriek and, well, swoop.
Our small friend Darby - the canine attitude in the household - is noticably riled by the birds. In typical terrier fashion, she scurries about and barks. Together, she and Maower are two small furry schizophrenics that inhabit this apartment and pay no rent. At the very least, that is what it seems like today.
Our small friend Darby - the canine attitude in the household - is noticably riled by the birds. In typical terrier fashion, she scurries about and barks. Together, she and Maower are two small furry schizophrenics that inhabit this apartment and pay no rent. At the very least, that is what it seems like today.
3/16/2004
Maower knows there is something beyond this apartment: the hallway. I think he believes that when I leave, I sit in the hallway all day until 5:30, at which time I make some noise with the keys, open the door, and give him an afternoon snack. Every day when I get home he greets me and peeks around my legs to see just what could possibly be so interesting about the hallway that I feel compelled to go there every day.
