Our house is blessed. We adopted a “bonded pair” of cats three years ago, with no planning. Rich claims that I didn’t even warn him, which is mostly true. Seneca and Opal arrived, our furry Yin and Yang, the best of friends. Never were ears cleaner, or purrs louder.
Then Rufus arrived, this time with every human on board concerning the adoption. A skinny pup standing in the center of our circle, bravely wagging his thin tail. And life was good…until I got crazy and twisted arms so we could adopt Miss Sabine. Only Conor was sure this was a good idea. Now my two brindle dogs, my ink accident (Rufus) and bleach spill (Sabine), sleep curled into one another. Rufus, always the sweetest one, says she smells terrific. She watches him through wise amber eyes, and accepts his adoration.