Monday, February 23, 2009

Avi of the Pillows

During all hours except when we humans are sleeping in it, the bed is Avi's domain. She rolls her little white body into the puffy comforter and disappears among the white and red floral print. She has a funny way of wiggling her tail, kindof like a rattlesnake, whenever one us humans walks in - it's the moment right before her leap of joy, kindof like a cat flicking its tail before it pounces.