We live with three other mammals. Ole Man Jake is into his 16th year as a cat. The crafty devil's teeth may be hurtin' and he is constantly being challenged by the kitten, but he is certainly wise to the ways of the world.
Jake's new favorite mid-morning nap spot is on a Groovy Girl bed. He may be in heaven, but I'm thinking YARD SALE. I haven't seen my daughter play with dolls in quite some time. I'm thinking she needs the bookshelf space.
Jake is the king.
Jake had to deal with the introduction of Miso, the Chocolate Lab. Miso. Me so brown. Me so chocolaty. Me so sexy, mellow, and food driven.
Miso does not chase balls with that whacked out passion that some dogs do. She'll retrieve, for a price. She has created a relationship with ticks that I take personally. Her best friend is Omeed.
Miso and Omeed share many characteristics. Youth? Omeed is certainly the Jester of the House. Imagine being a 16 year old cat being pounced upon by a goofball.
"Balance" is obviously a good word when you have binary operations, but what is the language for a three-way balance?