I spend most of my week with Mello who really doesn’t have much to say either, unless you count barking. If you take that into account Mello is a big talker and fortunately the bulk of her barking is confined to the window space behind me. And instead of barking she is attempting to bury one of her dog bones. She pushes it into the corner of the couch using her nose as a shovel.

Now she is lying on the back of the couch I am sitting on. She doesn’t pay any attention to what I’m writing. She prefers to see a person coming this way or walking by the house.

She also barks a good share of the time with the work crew up stairs. I guess she’s not intending to help with the construction.

Mello has discovered the doghouse we purchased for her in mid-winter is something she can actually lay in. For the longest time she would stick her head in the door for a few seconds and then walk away. Last week she bedded down in her doghouse and actually spent some time there. Mello seems to have taken a likeness to spring.

Now there is whining noise coming from the back room that means she is attempting to harass at least of the cats. They prefer not to be wherever Mello is. They wait for Mello to call it a day and go into her kennel usually around 7:30 p.m., occasionally she will stay up until 8 p.m. and then Ptolemy will climb up on the couch and rest and look out the window. Mello wouldn’t approve of that.

Echo, the Twin City cat that Lydia acquired, now is a resident of Austin. I think she misses the cities and the commotion. Here we do have a lot of traffic pass by but there are far fewer people. Lydia just informed last week that she never really appreciated Echo. I haven’t said anything to Echo about what Lydia said. Perhaps it’s vice versa.