Not so sweet Regan... After Miss Priss brought you home, you were not so sure about us people. If we even came close to you...
Let us get about fifty feet away and... (note, very few plants left unscathed!)
if we got closer, woe be onto us! Hiss, spit, snarl, and run like a tornado!
And then Katrina gave me some fresh catnip, you took the bait, you ate shrimp and steak and came inside. And won over the big guy.
Then you had to visit the vet. Here you lie fresh home from the vet, recuperating, and Mom is painting the bedroom.
And you wormed your way into our hearts.
At Christmas time, hiding behind the flowers.
Before Valentine's, you discovered that you owned my work area.
You spend your days looking out the windows. Somehow the squirrels and birds invade your backyard daily!
You don't understand how someone can possibly lie on your couch!
|chasing a moth.. guess who won?|
Happy First Birthday Regan.. I hope we are good wards of you and that you continue to bless us with your infinite love.