Tight Spaces

Greetings to all!  It's me - Maggie!  Some of you have noticed that whether it's a box or my really cool chair fort, I seem to like tight spaces.  It's true.  It's part of being a part-time snuggler.

Anyway ... yesterday, instead of putting up 87 million more light fixtures, Mom and Dad took their work party outside to do yard stuff.  For some reason, they don't require our help out there, so Cam and I stayed in the house and  napped  stood Guard Duty.  When they were almost done, Mom invited us girls out onto the deck so we could admire their hard work.

When we got out there, we did a lot of this:

"BOOM!"
"BOOM!"

It was mighty fun.  Then Cam said we really should look out and see what all Mom and Dad had accomplished.

"Look, Maggie!  They got a TON done!"
"I can't believe they accomplished that much without us!"

Since they didn't need our help, Cam and I thought we should just sit on the deck together and relax.  She looked comfy in the corner of the landing, so I ...

"OK, wait.  I can squeeze in here."
"Umm... Mags?"

"No, no problem.  Almost in."
"Sigh."

"Yep.  There we go.  Plenty of room."
"My head, Mags ..."

"That's OK, it's not in my way, Cam.  Ha roo roo roo!"
"Sigh."

Oh, sure.  We have two huge decks and I could have sat down somewhere else.  But why would I want to do that?!?

How about all of you?  Don't you like to be where the action is, too?

Yours sincerely,

Margaret Thatcher