Gracie noticed that attention has been diverted to Morgan lately and is not at all happy. She is not impressed with mouse catching skills and claims that no one catches the feather on a stick like she does.
All eight pounds of her fly through the air to catch that feather. No one is more graceful (so she says). She even takes it to her box for safe keeping. No marauding feather thieves are allowed near it.
Speaking of boxes, it started with one. It was the first computer box. Then there was a package from Ulta. I left both on the floor so she could choose the one she liked better. They are different shapes and sizes.
And the winner is…both. She alternates between them. If this continues, I will have a home full of empty boxes sitting on the floor. We are taking packages into the garage to empty so she doesn’t see the box but I think she is wise to us.
She’s exhausted from protecting us from feathers and needs to sleep. She says you need to say goodbye.