Admittedly, I received some quality suggestions for "M" today--magnificent, mind games, murder mystery, mustache. I even considered migraine, because I've had one for three days now. But as a foot-square spot on our bed is currently being guarded carefully by our youngest pet, I decided menagerie would be the most appropriate subject for me to explore tonight. As in, since my bio includes the fact that the WGH and I share our home with a "small menagerie of cats and dogs", may I introduce you to ours? If you're not a pet person, you have my permission to stop reading. The rest of you will, I'm sure, understand a mummy's pride.
In order from oldest to youngest, our menagerie consists of:
Haydn. Our oldest is a gray and white male, feline, 15 years old. The WGH rescued him after he was thrown out of the back of a pickup truck in the middle of Interstate 65 (whether intentional, we aren't entirely certain). He's gone deaf in his old age, but is otherwise a healthy and happy king of the roost.
And there you have it--proof that we are crazy pet people.
The migraine and I are going to take a pill and rest in a dark room now. We'll see you tomorrow for a halfway-point recap of the writing challenge. Until then, read a book. It's good for you!