Well, November finds us with Madge the last one looking for a home - even though she thinks she has found one. At our house one way to know you're home is by the number of names you get - Madge, Madger Badger, Midge, Midget, Fuzz Butt . . . Being a Sealy, the only things she really answers to is the sound of a spoon on the food bowl, the noise of the ice dispenser, the sound of anyone sitting down on the couch, and, of course, the front door opening. Sealys realize at an early age who is in charge - luckily they pay their help well in affection, loyalty, entertainment, and general shared contentment. We're going to miss her when she goes.
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