Lt. to Rt. Raisin; Chester; Eggnog--with her feet propped on Teasel; Jemima; and in the rear, Mrs. Beasley.
We have been helping to sort and pack for days. We have scaled tottering stacks of taped up cartons, popped in and out of empty boxes, shredded paper. All is disruption. Our TEA was LATE and we had to turn on our most pleading and hungry looks before it was served.
Mrs. B, "You know I spent night before last shut in the new upstairs bathroom---in the cold. It wasn't my fault that J. didn't see me before he downed his tools and closed the door. I've had nightmares and flashbacks ever since. Just leave me alone!"
Maisie does have a head---tucked under her paws. She has kept me company through hours of packing quilt fabric.