Sniffly underbelly - check
Ridiculous ears that flop around - check
Lets me smell her bottom - check
Scrappy and doesn't mind a tumble or two - check
Taking up Reem and Sid's time - a bit too much of it, but they try to be fair and let us both take over the bed. I saw Reem dangling off the other morning because I had wedged myself where her legs should be - it's cute that they think it's their bed.
I shall train Molly to be my second-in-command and we shall faithfully serve the Bald One - Sid the First. I discussed it with Sid while we took a few tumbles together in the guest bedroom. His tumbling is appallingly bad, but I don't complain - he lets me be quite rough. Reem's a doll, but she shrieks when I sit on her head - But not the Bald One - he lets me do anything, he is my pet! So I told him my plans for the small one. He was delighted. The thought of not having just one, but two deputy's was more than he could take. He had tears of joy in his eyes, though that may have had something to do with the fact that I had collapsed on him and was cutting off some his circulation. As he threw me around casually, he said "Sergeant Major Mia, this
I listened in amusement while spitting out my eggs - I don't not like scrambled eggs, I just prefer spitting them out and spraying them all over. It's fun! Sid hung up the phone and came over to Molly and me - "Now listen up chumps. Your training starts now. You're in my army now. And there'll be none of this omelet scrambled egg crap - you eat what you get. You're soldiers. Warriors. Eggs should be the last thing on your mind. Now Reem gives in to all your stupid whims, but not me! Now stand up Mia and teach Cadet Molly to salute." I looked up lazily at him - ok, I can lift up my paw to show her. Molly looked at me amused and
She came home later, and Sid launched himself at the front door first and hissed at Molly and me - "Oh no