So last night

I played cat and dog.

I was the cat, my dog was... the dog.

For twenty minutes straight I meowed and she went berserk. She even went outside to "discover" the location of this mysterious cat. Even when I meowed in her face, she just didn't accept the fact that I was the cat. And there may be a reason why... a few nights ago a stray cat wandered to our house. All my sisters adored it and wanted to keep it, "just for the night" (which we all know would lead to, "can we keep it?"). Sammi (and me, for that matter), however, did not like this new guest. She went nuts. So I'm assuming last night she thought the cat was back and she was bound and determined to find it and give it a piece of her mind. Eventually she gave in to the fact that it was her annoying #3 master that was pathetically hiding in various places around the room and peeking her head behind the curtain to make lousy cat noises. But at least it provided 20 minutes of entertainment. Just the perfect amount of time for my cough medicine dosage to run out and take some more. Ah, gotta love pet doggies. Oh, and today I meowed again just to see what she'd do. Ya, she's back into thinking there's a cat around. Ha. Dogs never learn sometimes. 

{That's my meow face}

And in other news, yesterday was my momma's birthday! Yay! We're going out for ice cream tomorrow to celebrate. I love her more than pie. She is simply the best. ever. Love you Mom!!