Day Three Hundred Fifty Three

Sunday Morning

 

It's a beautiful day here in Orlando, Florida. Some would call it unseasonably cool. I call it Nirvana. Andy asked if I was cold. I informed him I LOVE to be cold. I will take it over dripping wet from sweat any day.

 

And my buddies love it, too. Boo! is acting like she's cold though; all curled up resembling a sphinx. She is also looking for trouble.

 



Whoa! If I push this button
something really cool happens.

 

I can make this thing disappear!!

Did you get my best side?



She is our little princess. But don't think for a moment we trust her to do the "right" thing. Well, right by our standards. In Boo! World, anything that sparkles, flashes, cracks, pops, explodes, dances, etc. is perfect. That is why Andy removed her from in front of this glass plate right after the photo shoot was done.

Early this morning, while I was feeding Copper, I blinked and there was Boo! - inside the terrarium! Copper was doing a triple-take - looking first at the crickets he is programmed to notice; then at Boo! who had no business being there; then at me for help.

I removed the four pound menace, but it wasn't easy because she dug her claws into the terrarium's carpet. Copper looked at me, and I had no trouble reading his mind..."Okay - uh - I did not sign on for this. That thing is determined to kill me and, if I could, I would kill it first! I'm just sayin..."

I have seen photos of Beardies and cats together - living in harmony. I can't fathom that happening here, but I am stubborn in wanting everyone to live in peaceful co-existence.

What am I saying? I raised two kids who never caught on to that concept. If one considers lobbing a phone at the other one's head, resulting in a minor concussion, or knocking the other one off a bar stool and into a wall, co-existence, then they were spot on.

We also went through an entire decade color coding and labeling containers filled with leftovers someone claimed as their own. One someone really cared; the other someone was constantly hungry and did not care who claimed it. Didn't even blink at the warning it was spat upon as insurance.

That was an interesting time in our lives. Now they're best buds. For the most part. There are still minor dust ups, but they are few and far between. The point is, how can I expect my furry kids to peacefully co-exist when I never could get my human kids to do so.



"If you tell Mom what I did I will pop off your head - got it?"
AKA - Sibling Rivalry - Nature's way of insuring there
aren't a lot of three headed people running around.

Speaking of siblings, everyone else is out on the deck, catching some rays; chasing the squirrels who hang on the outside of the screen taunting them; chasing each other when there's nothing else to hunt down. They seem to like the fact there are no obstacles in the way, since we haven't put things back on the deck. They can chase each around and get up a full head of steam. I have been waiting for the inevitable splash for two days.