Missing

Wondering where she's been, are you? Well I'm not

Truth is she's running around like a chicken with her head cut off, whatever that means. Runs out in the morning carrying a little bag with her lunch, comes back in the afternoon, comes to check on me

and usually finds me like this. Kisses the top of my head, runs back downstairs, starts to take out pots and pans and such...frankly too much noise so I stay where I am

until the aromas start to come up, so then I run down

to see what's going on...or should I say, what's cooking (learning human speak) and try to see what I can get with this look

which doesn't work as well as it used to because I wind up getting this

but sometimes I can sneak something when she's not looking

which isn't very often cause she guards it like a hawk, whatever that means, then he comes home

which makes me...and her...very happy. She runs around making sure he gets fed with the yummy smelling stuff. Then washes the dishes and cooks some more for the little bags they both take with them every morning and lies on my bed

yes this one, staring at a book until she conks out at which time I have to go to this bed

until we start all over again. Am I missing her, what do you think?

Besides, isn't this blog, whatever that means, all about me?