Ebony and Ivory

Don’t necessarily live together in perfect harmony at my house. Especially if Ebony is a black cat and Ivory is a dog.

Picture Garfield in black, and you’ve got my cat Rocky. He's lazy, eats constantly and sleeps any remaining daylight hours.

Add the proverbial happy puppy. One lick and bark, run and play, drive you insane until you stop what you’re doing to play Frisbee with me this instance or else I’ll bark your ears off new comer… and that's our dog.

Rocky is not pleased.

In fact, I think I heard him grumble something about the massive migration of unwanted foreign nationals into our lives, and how President Bush should do something about the situation….
or I could be just imagining it.

They’re both lovable yet slightly jealous creatures and refuse to be outdone by the other. If I’m on my computer…they are on my computer. One on each side, vying for my affection.

If there’s a nap to be had,
count them in. One on each side, little paws thrown over me in a comfortable snuggle.

Rockie hisses a lot and swats at the dog if he gets to close. The dog just wags his tail hoping this might be some sort of a concession.

Such a crazy pair, but I love them!