Spartacus, aka the World’s Biggest Scaredy Cat, has finally realized that the people and dogs he spies from our third floor balcony are significantly below us and therefore in no position to come after him. He’s now having a grand old time playing the nosy neighbor, pawing and yowling at the door leading to the balcony and sticking his head between the rails to peer down on the comings and goings of our neighbors.
As a guilty single mom, I have to make sure I cover all my bases, which is why, after declaring my undying love, I give him the same speech every morning before leaving for work:
“No girls, no wild parties, and don’t burn the house down.”
So far it seems to be working.
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