Blame Angel
A while ago the human bought a very handsome, large and heavy, green and black (matched the kitchen) bowl that she thought would be perfectly unspillable. Tonight she came home, and it - quite full this morning - was nearly empty. Could they really have drunk up that much? (Remember, there's also the fountain and the for-drinking-and-spilling water in the bathtub.) Thinking it over, she inclined towards the spilling theory, even though there was no water on the kitchen floor at that moment. And even though there are at least 5 known water-spillers in this household, who is it most often caught with sopping wet paws? Well, there you have it.
posted by Lizzy at 11:59 PM
4 Comments:
Poor Angel really was misnamed! He gets caught out so often. Are you sure the others aren't using him as a scapegoat?
Hi, Sandy. Angel says thank you for coming to his defense! (And I have to admit - rounding up the usual suspect is one way to give him a hug and a kiss...)
Aha! Now I understand. You just want to be sure he gets his fair share of hugs and smooches. I used to love the way my Keiki-boy's ears smelled after he was in the sun. Silly, I know. But such scents demand butterfly kisses down to their sweet chins.
They are irresistable, and we are helplessly besotted...!
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