While I was out of town, an order arrived at the house. It was a large, heavy box and my husband had to move it himself because I wasn’t there to help him. He put an old blanket on the floor, shimmied the box onto the blanket, and used the blanket like a sled to slide the item through the house on the tile and wood floors. When he got to the family room, he realized he was straining with the exertion of pulling…more so than usual. He looked down, and there was Pierre, who had happily hitched a ride on the end of the blanket. Seventeen pounds of fat gray cat was clutching the blanket, taking a ride through the house. Apparently, his royal highness enjoyed being pulled through the house on the blanket, so much so that now he’s decided the blanket is HIS, and he won’t budge. Here he is, on his royal barge after it was pulled to rest in the house.
What’s next for him? A sedan chair? His own royal coach?
