This is Julia (you may recognize her if you’ve ever viewed my ‘About Me‘ page):
Julia is about ten years old. She’s been with me for seven. She’s a cancer survivor (she saw both a dentist and an oncologist last year in addition to her vet, which is more medical attention than I had!) and a very gentle, shy little creature. She follows me all over the house and sits right outside the bathroom if I’m thoughtless enough to close the door. When I lived alone, she slept perched on my hip every night, but she was banned from the bedroom when I got married.
That was before we moved to Texas, so she has never been allowed into the bedroom in this house. A few times she tried to sneak in, but she got called on it and wisely skittered away. Most of the time, her manners are excellent — she’ll sit right outside the door watching me:
I can even disappear from view, into the master bathroom, with the bedroom door wide open. She will edge right up to the carpet, but she won’t cross that line:
Houston has been very cold lately (where very cold = 50s; hush, I’m a Southerner now and wear socks to bed if the temperature is below 65) and the other night Miss Julia found a creative way to snuggle up and steal some warmth from us without exactly stepping into the bedroom:
I guess sometimes you just have to know how to break the rules.
