Sunday Brunch

Crazy lady is crapped out. Exhausted. Bone weary. She left me home alone for long periods of time last week because she had "obligations." She had to attend a writer's conference and speak on a "women who write horror" panel. She is tired of hypocrites who demand that she has a "social obligation to consider the power of her words." To quote crazy lady:

It's fiction, people. Deal with it.

I've had to listen to crazy lady grumble about the evils of Amazon, bigotry, censorship and moral superiority all day today. At least we had fun yesterday-- crazy lady invited Princess Kaylie and her family for Sunday brunch! Here we are, taking a walk after munching on blueberry pancakes, fresh cherries, and fruit salad:
I love Princess Kaylie. She always wants to feed me cheese and go for walks. I was afraid of her father, King Marc, but crazy lady explained that I would fall in love with the King if he ignored me. Strange, but true. By the end of the day, I let him pet me! He was a kind and gentle man:
Well, crazy lady is starting to fall asleep at the computer. It must be nap time. Maybe I can convince her that it's time for a walk?