Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for February 18, 2021

Jeez, it looks to me like Muffy is more angry than troubled. She appears to be growling at him. Maybe Doris is troubled.

Troubled is the definition of my cats when I had the flu. All that happens to me when I get it (I’ve had it a few times in my life) is that I just sleep all the time. My family has to wake me up to ensure I drink water and eat. I don’t feel bad, I just feel tired. Anyways, longer story long, my two cats seem to take shifts (according to my family) and there is always one sleeping next to me like they’re holding vigil or something.

He’s going to have to get further away.

Muffy is really troubled. Its her blanket. Bite him, Muffy.

He’s hogging the whole couch. That’s the reason the dog is so upset.

Doris says, "How many times have I told you, ‘Take your shoes off if you’re going to lie on the couch. You always get mud on my side of the couch!’”

Roger looks like me a short time ago. But I took my shoes off.

Not fair, Doris…

Everyone deserves a little getaway…

An escape, a break… as long as it isn’t constant…

If there’s some togetherness time and some time apart…

if the chores get done, the meals get cooked… and you have some fun together…

there’s no harm in a retreat.

You have your Tuesday night knitting and welding club…

Roger has his blanket roll.

Muffy has… well I’d say a problem.

Nothing a few MilkBones won’t solve.

Looks like napping to me.

His wife and dog would like to sit on the couch!

“They can see me?”

Muffy had dibs on the couch, it’s right in the lease. Time to get the broom Doris and make it right.

Frankly, I think he’s turning into a cat.

“Uh…Roger…isn’t that Muffy’s blanket?” — Doris

Roger needs to wear pants that aren’t so LOUD if he wants to get away. Just saying.