They always seem to be down, except when there’s a chance of getting something to eat. This was taken at the entrance to our kitchen.

I learned today that Queenie absolutely hates garbage trucks, when she went crazy barking at one driving down our street. The trash collector hanging off the side of the truck looked amazed at the racket directed at him. And one other thing I discovered today: Although she spends all day lounging on our carpets and never gets on the furniture, it isn’t that way at night. Last night when I came back downstairs to get my phone, Queenie was relaxing on our couch. I tried to take a picture but am not sure it came out since it was dark in the living room. I must admit I thought it was pretty funny.

NOTE: In response to a private comment, that's the shelter's phone number on her tag, not ours!

Pretty in purple, posted earlier: