Sunday, November 15, 2009

All hail Queen Garland

Our cat, Garland, is a very good sport. She was eight years old when WCK was born, which means she spent eight years living a very peaceful life.

Then we went and ruined everything by bringing home this mysterious tiny person who made a lot of noise. Just as Garland was adapting to the noise, the tiny person began to crawl and chase her everywhere. Garland was very good about it. Really, WCK could probably be covered in scratches right now because she messes with Garland so much, but Garland has never raised a paw to WCK. Garland is very, very patient.

Need proof?



I was told that she was a queen. Notice how she has closed her eyes in shame.