It’s funny when you’re really close to your animals, you know . . sometimes . . what they’re up to without even looking at them.
With Speck, I could tell when he was up to no good by his mannerisms. He was so obvious when he was trying to get by with something. Vince never figured out how I knew what he was doing without even looking him. Boots is the same way.
Last night Boots was sitting in the chair with me and he was more fidgety than normal. I kept saying “Be still, Boots!” . . like he knew what I was saying. All of a sudden, he jumped down and I thought “You’re doing something you aren’t supposed to do” so I put my stitching down and looked . . he had my pencil. I had it in my chair with me because I sometimes make notes on the working copy of my chart. He had been working for quite a while to get that pencil from where it was wedged between my leg and the chair. Boots loves pencils but what he really loves is the eraser. This was a push pencil and the eraser is on the table so I think he was trying to figure out why in the world there was a pencil without an eraser.
When I put my stitching down and looked at him, I got one of those “I didn’t do anything wrong” looks. Nothing to see here . . just keep stitching!
He’s so much company . . some days he’s good company and some days he’s bad company but I guess that’s how it is with human company too. I was talking to a friend yesterday and telling her that I’m so very ready for Vince to be here and probably after a few days, I’m going to be ready for him to go back to Texas. Not really . . well, maybe . . but I’ll never let him know I’m thinking that.