Peanut

Every night Mr. Peanut would be in the front window waiting for me to come home. If he was not there, as soon as I pulled into the driveway, he would jump up on the stereo equipment and stick his head out of the blinds. He knew the sound of the car. He was there each and every night. When I walked in the door I was greeted with great big “Meow”. A quick brush of my leg followed by the wait of a “hello” pet. The best was loving to be scratched under the chin. That would put him a trance! WOW…I could not stop. When I did, I got a dirty look! Then he ran into the kitchen for dinner.