Although as felines, we like to take it easy every day of the week, there is something especially special about Sundays for doing this, don't you think?
And I think I will do mine on this pawsome new table Mom just bought for us yesterday. It's pub height, so I can't really jump, but Mom arranged the chair so it's right between table and couch; a bit of a hop and I'm there! (I heard a rumor that when we get to the new house, the table will not be accessible for us felines, but I'm sure that's just crazy talk).
Today we would like to remember our woofie cousin, Max. He was a special fellow, full of energy, and utterly devoted to his Mom, our Auntie Mary. He was also very intelligent and had a wicked sense of humor. He came to our family as a puppy, and was with his mom for a great many years; he left for the Bridge on the Thursday before Thanksgiving 2014.
He had a great passion for pulling socks off feet, and once even pee'd on our Mom's leg! No one was ever really sure why he did that, though of course Max knew. She and Auntie Mary were sitting outside and he sauntered up and bam. Max, you were a fine fellow and are still greatly missed.