Chickicadee number two is home for the summer. It’s very satisfying to know she’s in the house…even on the days I forget.
It seemed yesterday she heard me come back inside with the dog, which prompted both cats to meow loudly for their breakfast, as Dad turned on the morning sports news. I didn’t move fast enough toward the food closet, so the dog added his audio with incessant barking.
As I headed down the stairs to feed the pets, I remembered Tarah was home as she gave a 6 a.m. bark herself:
“Are you serious?!”