I should be ashamed to post this. This is my junk closet. But…this afternoon I could not find Ansel. We had been in and out doing yard work and I wanted to make sure he was actually here before I took my shower. I looked all over the house, under the beds, in all the windows…everywhere. I noticed one closet door was open…usually they are closed. I flipped on the light:
Hi, Mama…whazza doin’?
Me? Just lying around…
Haffin’ a baff…
What? Iz nawt dat high.
See? Iz just’ right fur me.
G’way nao, Mama…n’turna wite owt too, k? Ima nap s’more. Wuff ewe…