Growing up, we had lots of pets! At one point, we had three cats and three dogs (Jack and Maggie included). Today, it’s just these two.
One of the things I look forward to most about coming home to visit is getting to sleep in my old bed with my two furry companions. They fight over who gets to sleep with me, though they both end up winning. Jack and Maggie tolerate each other, but they are certainly not friends. Maggie is too jealous and doesn’t like to share her people. If she gets in bed with me first, as soon as Jack even comes in the room, she gets upset and leaves. She just can’t take it. Jack knows it too, and he purposefully taunts her. The dynamic between them is just too funny. Anyway, Jack usually temporarily wins the bed battle by just simply walking in the room, but Maggie’s desire to be with me eventually wins out over her jealousy, and she comes back and jumps in the bed with me too. And I am perfectly content with my little slice of heaven.