Confessions of a Liberal Puritan

My sister is evil.

I know this probably goes without saying, but just in case, let me reinforce this inevitable truth: My sister IS EVIL!

As evidence, let me tell you the sad tale of our new house pet.

Sister convinced me to welcome yet another little furry creature into our house as a short-term foster pet, which is how I became acquainted with Tillie, a possible Cairn Terrier-mix who's not yet three years old but has a cat-like fondness for sleeping in close proximity to her humans about 20 hours a day, with short bouts of incredibly energetic play in between lengthy, lazy naps.

In addition to Tillie's agreeably cat-like habits, I soon discovered that her scruffy hair-like coat doesn't shed as much and doesn't trigger my allergies at all (so far!) . . . which is a good thing, considering that Tillie quickly decided that my little twin bed, with its handy access to a sunny window, is the optimal place to sleep most of the time:

( Funny-Looking Cat )

As of yesterday, I've added my signature to the shared adoption papers to make Tillie (or, as Sister wants to call her, "Queen Mutt-Tilda I") our very own.

So, . . . EVIL, right? :)