|Lady jumps on the sofa growling her fool head off.|
(By the way, Lady Flame is muzzled to keep her from "worrying" a wound
on her tail. One more week to go, and she can be muzzle-free.)
|Lady Flame gingerly lays down next to Toby still growling.|
|Lady cannot relax because her "brother" is way too close.|
|Even though she is settling down, Lady Flame is still on the alert.|
|If only Lady Flame could relax, even for a few moments, like her brother,|
life would be so much happier for her.