What Was She Thinking?

Hello, everyone, it's me, Cammie.  I have this one spot in the living room where I like to lay - it's right at the corner of the living room and the foyer, at the top of the stairs.  I can see both of those rooms AND into the kitchen and breakfast room from there, not to mention perfect top-of-the-stairs positioning.  It's ideal.

So what did my mom do?  She put one of those bone-shaped mats there.

You might think that sounds like a good idea.  I mean, yes, they're comfy!  I really like them.  She even washed it for me and it smells all Downey-fresh and all.  I'm laying on one right now, as a matter of fact, as I dictate this -- look:

Me.  Right now.  Doing the blog post.

But remember - I AM A SIBERIAN HUSKY!  This was my reaction to the one in my spot:

I can't help it.  It's in the Sibe manual, right there between "Don't Be Overly Cooperative" and "Keep Them Guessing".  Really.  Page 392 in the hard-cover.

I have to show a little interest, though - so she won't know whether to leave it or move it somewhere else.  Voilà -

She doesn't know what to make of the situation.  That was last night.  This morning, I took a different tack.

I was going to caption that photo, but I'll leave it to your imagination.  I was staring intensely at my mom.  Zim came over to lend support.

"Cam, you poor kid.  What were you thinking, Mom?!?"

He's really good, isn't he?  He totally gets it.

I didn't really know where to go from there; Zim suggested I turn my back on the whole thing for a while.  Sounded like a good idea to me.

"Ha-rumph!"

Seriously.  What was she thinking?

Camo!