You Move Uptown

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.