There is one small downside to no one else in the house having paw shaped feet. I always get the blame for the muddy pawprints on the bed. I tried to say it wasn’t me, but to be honest given I realised what the evidence looked like, it was a half-hearted attempt to avoid blame. I do hope Shadow has paws that look like mine so that I have a possibility of there at least being some doubt as to who is to blame.
In a moment of enthusiasm, my Mistress agreed to edit the church newsletter. However, you can only edit something if anyone submits material for you to edit. Sadly at the moment she doesn’t even know who’s who to ask for the information. She has wondered about making it up, but there is always the concern that someone might try to attempt to attend the events listed and find that they are fictitious. She is suspecting that more time is going to be spent obtaining the information than it actually takes to edit what she’s given.
I’m glad I get to stay at home today as there is an expedition to buy new school shoes taking place. In my experience this is never a good thing and is highly likely to end in some sort of argument. Either none of the shoes will be liked, or they won’t be tried on properly and will only be found not to fit on getting home, or they will cost too much. If they are really unlucky, it will be all three and by the end of the day no one will be talking to anyone. I’m planning a quiet day twiddling my paws while they are out and preparing for the uproar when they get back.