So the cats have only been here for a couple of days, and things have been going great. Until this morning. I got back from the gym at about 8:30 am, and while I was pouring my cereal Sylvester crept up behind me and I stepped back, right on his little kitty foot. I didn't get him hard enough to hurt his paw, but his feelings are damaged irreparably. He yelped and went straight under the bed in the guest room. He persuaded Earl to join him, and there they still sit, 4 1/2 hours later.
I've begged, pleaded, demanded, cajoled and threatened, but they appear to be protesting my cruel ways. I'm sure when Dave gets home they'll shower him with kisses and tell him all about me...
2 comments:
ok, that picture says it all.
"oh its YOU."
see, cats..too smart for their own good.
Oh little cats...laura is not so mean. I'll bring libby over to play with them!
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