Effie’s Dad is a lawyer, so she naturally thought she should have a brief case of her own. She had no way to express this, other than to express the fairness of her desire, so she climbed into my husband’s file-filled brief case to make her point, which we found most endearing.
Effie and Paladin appear to be sharing secrets on the comfortable rug atop the dryer. Or maybe they’re planning their day in Effieland.
Effie (right) and Paladin (left) suddenly decided to have breakfast together at her usual place. They have always before eaten in separate rooms, she in the dining room and he in my study. Today they shared their breakfast at her place. They each have two bowls of food in their respective areas, one of kibbles and one of tinned food, as well as a bowl of water. On this occasion, she ate the tinned meat and he munched the kibbles.It appears to be a new breakthrough in domestic closeness that I find heartening.
Effie has a rug like this on our dryer, and I thought Paladin would like a rug on the floor in my study under a desk I no longer use. I chose the silver-grey color because his fur is flecked with silver. He took possession as soon as I put it down.
I’m not sure why Paladin was sticking out his tongue; my husband postulates he happened to be licking his lips as I took the photo. I happen to think his tongue is very cute.
You have big plans, Effie, and you have the best laid plans, too.
Because it is mine!
Effie, of course, is never covetous or proprietorial.
Perched on her window perch, Effie fine tunes her grooming before making her appearance in Effieland for vigilante duty.
She has secured the air conditioning compressor, and takes up her vigilante detail.