Day 32: Life with Cats, Can't Sell 'Em to the Zoo Edition
Catzilla just stole my quilting thimble and fled with it from the bedroom, through the dressing room and the hall, and into the TV room. Mercifully, he left it near the bookcase rather than stashing it under the futon, so I was able, only slightly precariously, to retrieve it.
I told him it's not nice to take advantage of the handicapped for one's own amusement, but he just crawled under the futon and laughed at me.
I told him it's not nice to take advantage of the handicapped for one's own amusement, but he just crawled under the futon and laughed at me.
no subject
cats
(Anonymous) 2010-09-01 07:35 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
Don't let the adorableness fool you-the name suits him >.>