Micah: Some of you might remember a recent post called Squatters Rights. My closing remark was, "Oh, good. I can't wait to see where we're moving next." This is where we moved.
Percy: No, this is where I moved after Micah stole my soft, warm bed.
Micah: Actually, this is where we moved. (The gates on the bed are to keep the dogs off it during the day.) I am lying in the big sun puddle and Percy is on a pillow with his back to me.
Percy: Don't try anything. I have eyes in the back of my head.
Micah: I have him rattled. He's blustering. He's also lying. I checked. He does not have eyes in the back of his head.
Percy: Actually, he's right. It's his scent that gives him away. I can smell him from a mile away.
Micah: Percy, you're exaggerating. Since I moved in, we've never been a mile away from each other.
Percy: We should be. I'll stay here and you move uptown.
Micah: I'm very comfortable here. You can't be comfortable, though. Would you like me to move onto the other pillow so you don't have to crane your head over your shoulder?
Percy: No! I can keep an eye on you just fine from here.
Micah: Okay, suit yourself, but I can't wait to see where well be moving next.
We are joining the Pet Parade hosted by Rascal and Rocco, Basil the Bionic Cat, Barking from the Bayou and Owned by a husky.