Yesterday afternoon, we made a discovery. In her last house (wherever that was ... we don't know, since she was a stray) Ruby must have been allowed to sleep on the furniture. She has been trying all week to get up onto the sofa with us, and we have never allowed our dogs on the furniture so we would not let her do it. Yesterday, in the blink of an eye, she hopped up, settled in, and looked totally comfortable and happy. I looked at The Husband on the other end of the sofa, he looked at me, we both shrugged and decided that we didn't mind having her there.
It was comforting to have her to snuggle with last night. My face is really swollen from my dental work on Friday, and all I did yesterday was hang out on the couch, ice my face, read blogs, and watch TV. (Getting used to this seemingly-enormous gap in my smile, and the stupid little temporary denture tooth is difficult, and I'm trying not to be crabby about it.) It's as if Ruby knows this and is doing her best to make it better.
The cats are a bit out of sorts with this interloper invading what they think is THEIR territory. Alice and Maggie are sort of okay with it, as long as Ruby stays on HER side of the lap and doesn't move too much or touch them. Dorothy is still leery of Ruby, but she's getting better.
"I can't believe you're letting a DOG up onto the sofa," says Alice.
As I sat here earlier this morning, with a cat on one side of my lap and Ruby on the other, I was contemplating a bit of furniture rearranging. Later today, we'll move things around and see if my idea works.
Happy Sunday, Everyone! I hope you have someone you love to snuggle with.
