You read that right, my Chewlee came for a sleepover today. She came, as usual, with clothes for three days plus three of her stuffed animals. She MUST have her stuffed animals with her when she goes to bed, which is where she is right now. She also brought along her school yearbook. She opened it up to show me the pictures of her class and then began pointing out all her friends and one little girl that she didn't like. It seems that the little girl was nasty to her when she first came to her new school and they now have a mutual dislike for each other.
Knowing Chewlee the way I do, I believe she would have been friends with her if the girl had acted nicely back then. But now it seems that it is a breach that may never heal. But, with kids, you just never know, do you?
Chewlee has decided that we should call the little female furbaby Sassy. She says it's because of the way that she greets you. I really think she may have meant *Saucy* but I'm not sure. However, Sassy works and so it shall be from this day forward. She likes Sassy and said that if we decided we didn't want her any more, she wants her. I told her I didn't think her mother would agree since Sassy really wants to come inside a lot but then wants to go outside almost as quickly. That would drive the Princess nuts. Besides, she has adopted the same attitude as her hubby and thinks animals belong outside. It would be different if they had an actual shelter for her or if they had a barn already but they don't. So Sassy stays right here.
Her brother has gone missing. I have no idea what happened to him but he liked the food we put out and never missed a meal. It's now been three days since we saw him so something must have happened to him. That makes me so sad. At least Sassy stays close to home. I go out at times and pet and cuddle her. You can't help it because she is so friendly and lovable. She also has made friends with a couple of the chickens. One day I will manage to capture a picture of that. Their *nose touching* (nose to beak) is just so damn cute to see!
The chickens apparently like the rain (not a downpour but they don't seem to mind a steady rain at all) and that shocked me. I mean, these chickens run for the barn if the wind is over 7mph but they will stay out in the rain??? Weird.
Chewlee helped me put the chickens away. She seemed to enjoy that but she was trying to corner one of the hens and it ran around her and ran like crazy for the doggie door. That hen could really run! But we easily got them all into the barn and I closed up the doggie door securely. Chewlee is going to see if she can bring Sam over tomorrow. He wants to see the chickens so I told Chewlee that I would let them help scatter corn around for the chickens when he comes....if he comes. I think his mother planned on bringing him over on Saturday but she might let Chewlee bring him over. They ARE friends.
Unfortunately, I may only get to have Chewlee for tonight since the Princess said that Tara may want her to take Chance for the night (she will probably spend the time with her new boyfriend). If so, she will need Chewlee to be there to keep him company since he's too old for Gunner. Chewlee wasn't thrilled with the idea because she says that she can't do some of the things she likes to do if he's there but she does love her cousin. We have to wait and see what happens. I was prepared to keep her until Sunday but her mother didn't want her to be here for Easter (I would have brought her home early) but I'll settle for keeping her until Saturday afternoon, if I can.
Chewlee just scared me. She's learned how to quietly open my computer room door and creep up behind me when she wants to do that (she wanted to let me know she had to use the bathroom....like she needed permission...sheesh!). I know it was just an excuse for her to scare me...and she did. Good thing I have a strong heart....LOL.
She ate her dinner and then decided on ice cream for dessert. I dished out ice cream for all of us (the Beast included) and the vanilla ice cream container was empty. She asked if she could lick it and the top (it had some ice cream sticking to it). I let her but told her she was strange at times. She said it would only have melted and gone to waste if she hadn't asked for it . She had a valid point.
Time to get this posted. Love you all. I wish you a few truly good friends. Why? Because * good friends help you to find important things when you have lost them....your smile, your hope and your courage.*
-Dee Zatamata
***Hugs*** for everyone.
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