Katya Not Happy
Katya has quite mouth on her. And I’m not talking about her pearly whites. If you do something she really doesn’t like, such as giving her a bath, when you get done she walks away cursing under her breath. I don’t know what swear words she’s using. *Mdhah* *friddus* *friddos* *dmdsmffgr* she mutters to herself en sotto. I don’t understand half the words she uses nor do I know where she learned such colorful language. Whatever she’s saying she’s not happy and they’re not terms of endearment. I get the gist.
In the photo above Katya is not muttering to herself. She’s telling one of her little (age-wise) big (physical-wise) brothers to leave her food alone. She’s a lot smaller than him but what she says is the law among dogs. Napoleon-esque she is. Katya often reminds me of her aunt Kita – 100 lbs of very dominant personality in a little bitty lap dog body. Someone who once spent a fair bit of time with Kita called her a 150 horse power dog. The fact that Katya rules the pack is ironic given that almost all of her relatives are far larger than her. The genie’s in the bottle and banging on the glass.
Outdoors: 81°F/63°F Mostly Sunny
Tiny Cottage: 76°F/68°F
Daily Spark: Outside my window I often hear a hummingbird. He doesn’t know the song so he just hums along.