You may remember a few weeks back I told you how Miss Maicy really wants a dog. And how I support her in that goal. And how we said JOKINGLY that if anything should happen to our "beloved" kitty Q-tip, my husband said he'd think about replacing her with a dog.
Well, Q was injured somehow and well, she didn't make it. Now, I know some of you may remember that I made some threats jokes about how to get rid of the Q-meister to gain a canine, but I assure you, despite my jokes, I was probably the saddest. Although Maicy wailed louder.
Anyway, I missed having something run up and greet me when I went outside or drove up the driveway.
Enter in the neighbor veterinarian. And our new houseguests.
Meet Tom:
And Jerry:
What's that? Oh, I realize they don't look like dogs. That's because they aren't.
Guess I have a little further to go before we win that arguement.
In the meantime, these little mousers (I pray) will pass the time.
(He likes my toes...)
And really, I'm having a hard time not liking these little pests... er cuties.
Just look at those eyes...
Now if you'll excuse me... I need to take another dose of Claritin.
