Enough about rainbows. On to my poor neglected "Princess". You know, I use to keep you in the know when it came to the life of Sykes, (R.I.P). Perhaps Princess prefers to stay out of the limelight. She did finally get over her toilet tissue fetish, after I stored it under lock and key. So now she pretty much stays out of trouble and like Sykes before her, she enjoys joining us at the dinner table. Same rules apply to her as Sykes, only front paws are allowed to touch the table. She's very well behaved in that respect, but gets her feelings hurt that we won't share our meal with her. She toggles back and forth between David and myself before going off to sulk in her usual hideout after multiple unsuccessful attempts. Poor poor pitiful Princess.
Poor Poor Pitiful Me ~ Linda Rondstadt