I know these photos make it look like I’m in prison, but this is my spot.  This is where I choose to eat.

When I first moved in with the Hooker Horde, hu-mom put kennels all over the house for me.  I felt safe in the kennel.  I’d run from kennel to kennel. 

Then, she took the kennels away.  That’s when I found my special spot on the stairway landing.  While the photos are of poor quality, I think you can see that from my perch, I can see everything that is happening below me in the living room.  I like that. It makes me feel safe.

(On another note, the photos are bad because hu-mom is lazy and just uses her phone instead of the new Nikon she bought.)

Back to the landing . . . even though I love my hu-mom (I told the pet psychic to tell her that), I don’t like it when she comes near me when I’m eating.  So, while I eat my Merrick mixed with some tasty raw morsels and sweet potatoes, she sits on the sofa.