Typical Morning
When there's a commotion in the living room, the human finds Lucy poofed out to just about spherical - and there's Angel, doing an especially good when-in-doubt-wash. Then the bedroom - where the human left Buddy lying peacefully on the bed: only minutes later Buddy is shooting out the door - and when the human looks, of course there is Angel, lying peacefully where Buddy had just been. And when shrieks emerge from underneath the dining room table, lifting the table cloth the human finds, predictably, Cloud on one chair, chirping and hissing, and Angel on another, looking... interested. Impressed with himself. Little Agent of Chaos! Oh, and he would have jumped Petunnia in the bathroom, but the human caught him in mid pounce. 4 down, 3 to go....
2 Comments:
LOL!
This cat needs a name change, methinks!
"Poofed out to ... spherical"? You have a way with words, Lizzy! He needs his own little containment force-field, to keep him from bugging the others. Poor senior cats, to have to tolerate the Pestiferous One! And poor Cloudling, who is surely thinking bad thoughts in his direction!
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