Persnickety

I am joyous about the food preparations and servings... but I have an irrational fear about tile floors!

I will eat on the edge of them, but not fully on top of them.

Mom, who welcomes and encourages me ANY and EVERYwhere... thinks I am persnickety, about the tile floors.

And really... I have been encouraged to walk on them, spoken to lovingly and cuddled on them. I sometimes sneak onto them, but feel "caught" when Mom finds me there.

I have been here 8 months, and in that time... she has never scolded me.

That is not to say that she has not been forceful in two commands... "come" and "drop it", but that's because my two favorite games are "hard of hearing" and "chase me"!

Yes. I am ornery.

I'm gradually growing in comfort, though, because in the last month... I've pranced confidently (and absent mindedly) into the bathroom to get loving from the Mom!

You have no idea how BIG that step is for Big Boy Bleu (aka Bleu Bear)!

The "H" Word

fIf you were to look in the dictionary under "loving", you are very likely to see my picture.

I love most every single thing in life. Really, I do ( with exception of trolley ride, doctor's office and equipment noises).

But one thing that disturbs me is when my brother Luke is in NBD (nervous break down) mode.

I have no problem staying perfectly still, and letting him step and/or hop over me. Does it get old? Yes, it does.

But I prefer that to the alternative of masking or drowning the thunder with the dishwasher.

I hate equipment noises! And that's when I need my own great big bunker!