[Quiet Man Cometh]

Ugh. Long day. Just got on the computer now and had only two hours of sleep last night. Blah. Was trying to carry groceries upstairs, unpack them, and feed my dog at the same time. He got a fancy meal today for his belated birthday, which was on Monday. He's 13 now!.

Was pondering the animals running around the various households in my family and it seems that for the most part, myself and my siblings are dog people and my cousins are cat people. My cousin has the maine coon mix, and my other cousin's oldest has a cat named Friday, a bengal mix. She's black but you can still make out some spots and she has the longer tail. She tackles one of the dogs in the house so she can clean him all the time, and never fails to get stuck up trees routinely. My cousin doesn't even need to give her name or address to the fire department any more. ;).

Monty (my Cavalier King Charles spaniel) met Friday once, the first cat he's ever encountered. He gave her a sniff, she gave him a smack on top of the head, and he blinked a bit and wandered off. My brother in law is fond of referring to Monty as "the cat" because he doesn't usually bark much, doesn't lick faces or hands or bounces around people's feet, and he does not beg: he insists. :D