Truman has been a bit wild today. During my lunch break he decided to completely rearrange the cushions on the couch and make himself a nice little fort. He then proceeded to pull pillows out of the cushions.
By the way, my grandmother had a different name for the couch or sofa. She called it “the Davenport”. It always sounded so regal to me.
I think Truman was sensing the changes in barometric pressure as the latest storm system moved in. I poked fun at meteorologists on Twitter this morning because they’ve been screeching and hooting and hollering about the incoming snow storm but one change of so many inches and the predicted foot of snow becomes an inch of snow.
Let’s face it, Mother Nature will do what she wants to do and that’s all there is to it.
And Truman will do the same.
