We spent all day waiting for Mom to get home.
Steinbeck, you were sleeping most of the time.
That’s how I do my best waiting!
Mom finally got home and gave us supper.
That’s why we wanted her home. Oh……..and of course we wanted to see her, too.
Then we started playing. At least I started playing. I found this red feathery thing and I thought it looked so neat against my white and black furs. Notice how white my fluffy tummy is? Steinbeck doesn’t have a white tummy. That’s how you can tell us apart. MOL!!!
That’s a nice toy you have there, Hemingway. Are you going to let me play with it?
Steinbeck, can’t you go find your own toy? Why do you have to have mine? (By the way readers, do you notice that Steinbeck doesn’t have a white tummy?)
But see how nice it looks with my furs? It really blends in. Please let me play.
Fine. I know Mom likes us to share and play nice. We should do it for her and show our readers that we do get along.