April is...

Just so you know, April is nearly here. What does that mean for me?

Spring showers,

Bring flowers of May,

And grass,

That needs mowing, to my dismay.

April also means for me (and several other bloggers) that I’m participating in the A-Z Blogging Challenge. If you’re wondering what the heck that is, go here.

Sooo because I'll be busy in April, here’s some Millie to tie you over until May.  In April, Millie will have lived with me for one long year. (Go back to her beginning here.) Although I feel like I’m holding my own in regards to her self made rules and stubborn streak, tomorrow is yet another day for her to wear me down. 

Because Millie thinks:

• The sun peeks over the horizon each morning, just for her.
• That when she performs her tantrums, on the floor, all of creation should pause while I find out what is wrong.
• That anything dropped on the floor is hers and means a race must ensue for medicine, chocolate, or rat poison (not really, but it could happen, if I used rat poison). 

Millie is my challenge, but there’s another side to her. Millie is sweet. She loves loves loves Kiki, the nearly 18 year old, white, outdoor kitty. Here's a post about her, here. 

You see, Millie believes that Kiki is her friend, even though Kiki has never instigated friendship with M, nor even acts like it's in their future. In fact with one quick swoop, Kiki could wipe Millie's face off her head. For those of you who don’t know about Kiki, she comes in my breezeway to eat and sleeps in the garage when it pleases her.

She also sits at the glass doors and looks inside the family room.

That’s how Kiki and Millie met—well that’s where they saw each other. Millie not only loves Kiki, she knows Kiki’s name and gets super excited if I say it. 

Here's a sweet story about Millie's love for Kiki. 

The other morning, I was sitting in a chair writing when I hear something thumping behind me. Millie had taken one of her tennis balls over to the door where Kiki waited looking  through the glass door again. Millie flipped the ball in the air, twice, catching it in her mouth each time. Then she flips it over her head, it bounces on the floor and she runs to fetch it. After that, Millie picks up the ball and runs back to the door to lay it in front of Kiki. She was sharing her toy with her made-up friend.

Millie is sweet for sure. Yes, she probably needs an animal friend, but no. 

See you April 1^st for my first A-Z post.