There is a slight problem in the dollhouse of late. It’s been building for some time, but it’s now perfectly clear: Sherman and Leroy are leeches. They just want to lay about the house while I do all the cooking, cleaning and cat box scooping. Behold:
Yesterday, I marked exams and planned lessons and did other teacher things, and Leroy just slept in his squishy bed. Then tonight, I slaved over a hot stove –okay, a rather warm microwave– and Sherman watched me, his legs crossed in a picture of total relaxation.
He almost always crosses his ankles when he lies around now. I think he is doing it to express his life of utter luxury. If he didn’t have to poop in the yard, I would declare his the perfect life.
Oh, how I would love to lay around all day in front of the heat vent. Maybe I can schedule some total laziness in for Saturday.
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Is it just the angle of the picture, or has Leroy perhaps been doing a little too much relaxing?
I asked him, and he stalked away with his tail in the air.
Oh, my cats help. They help me type on the computer. Help make the bed. Help me make dinner by sampling …
Leroy doesn’t help me type as much as he tries to knock my laptop onto the floor. Thankfully he doesn’t sample my dinner while I’m cooking since I chased him with the wooden spoon.