coming to a theater near you...OK, so we've started integrating Maude into the rest of the house. She now has full access whenever we're home and kept in the guest bedroom while we're away (at least until we know we can trust her with furniture, power chords, etc..). Maude and Stella have been getting along just about as well as you can ask. Stella has established her boundaries and Maude has been surprisingly quick to respect them.
There's only one problem. Maude sort of likes Stella. "Likes" might not be the right word, probably closer to "Love." Too easy, let’s go with “Obsessed.” Even calling her a “Stalker” isn't taking it to the properly level. Maude is so consumed with everything Stella that’s she’s reaching “Single White Female” levels.
Wherever Stella naps, she wants to nap. Whatever room Stella is in, Maude needs to be in it. Even down to the level of whenever we pet Stella, Maude wants to be pet as well. She’s attached at her hip, whether Stella wants her there or not. Let's just say, if Maude has opposable thumbs, we're pretty sure she'd have a creepy photo collage of Stella in a secret closet.
And it doesn't stop at habits either. Most of you know that Stella has an inappropriate man-crush on Steve. A love that will never be thanks to the state laws of Virginia. But now we see Maude, normally aloof, making eyes at Steve, requesting belly rubs from only him, and cleaning herself in full view (I'm guessing this is to make Meg jealous).
There's one thing for sure, Maude is a creepster. If we come home one day and she's dyed her fur black, I'm calling the cops.
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