Dear Diary, I haven't said much about Morgan since her return. Mostly I try to ignore her, but there are times of late when it has become impossible. During daylight she's easy to forget. But when it is dark time and all go to our bed to sleep, there she is, right next to my Gypsy Goddess in my place. Now this is an unacceptable thing. Almost every night I have to bully my way between the Goddess and Morgan, plopping my butt on Morgan's head and pushing her out of the way. I must admit that Morgan takes the treatment rather well. She simply lifts her head and places it on my rear quarters, which she then uses as a pillow. It is rather uppity of her though, to think that her place is next to the Goddess. This place has been and always will be mine.
The Gypsy Goddess has been playing with string quite a bit lately. However, she won't let me play with her and the string. I don't see the sense of this as string is one of my favorite things. You can see in my last post what she does with the string--ties it in knots and such. My life would have so much more joy in it if she'd simply let me have the string.
