My Favourite Things: Monday

I'd like to start this week with a show of hands.  How many of you raise your hands saying that you regularly check in with The Pioneer Woman will determine how I introduce this week's favourite thing category.  If none of you raise your hands, this idea is entirely mine and is not at all inspired by P-Dub's latest photography challenge.  If many (or some) of you raise your hands, she got the idea from me.

Either way, I should be covered there, right?  It's early on a Monday morning.  Sometimes these details are a little unclear.

Category: favourite four-legged animal.

I happen to be choosing an animal that lives in my house.  Don't feel like you need to do the same.  Mine, however, was sitting on my lap when I asked her what I should choose and gave me a look that threatened all sorts of trouble if I didn't choose the obvious.  I'm very obedient.  She spends hours alone here during the day... I'm pretty sure most of that time is on the Internet.

She's a good girl.  She's mellowed a lot since her psychotic kitten years.  Back then we dubbed her 'Smasher' because she couldn't run into a room without hitting a wall.  Now she thinks she's part dog, part human and all cat.  Math may not be her strong suit.

I think she's beautiful, a sweet cuddly friend and she smells good.  Trust me, I check.  She lets me scoop her up and carry her about.  She visits me in the bathroom... well, actually that one I could do without, but I'm not sure she'd go for it. She thinks we pour drinks into glasses and cups for her benefit.  She loves banana bread.  And roast beef.

She can be regal and aloof when she needs to remind us she's a cat and doesn't need us, though I'm pretty sure she's reminding herself at the same time.  She's distinctly feminine which was much more obvious when Brady was around, very light and dainty when she needs to be.

I know the readers who could easily do without any animals have either rolled their eyes and clicked to another blog by now, but I love my girl.  She's a big part of the fun around here.  It does my heart good when we're all tucked into bed with the lights out and The Len softly says, 'Good night, family.'

And she misses Brady:

Can't wait to hear about yours.  Nor can Sacha.
And you know she'll be on here later...