


If there is anything new introduced in the house, she sits on it. Toss a sock down, she's on it. A box and she's in it. A scrap of paper she sits on it.
She refuses to come when called or cuddle when requested. However, when someone is sleeping, she gets right on them.

My brother used to say that when he was a police officer, the worst call was the "funny smell from next door". He and his partner would stand at the door before going in and say "God, I hope they don't have a cat." He said that when people died and there was a cat in the house, the cat had always consumed the individual's face! Gack! Parrots never did this. :)

When I see Pente on Dave, I remind her that he is plenty alive and well!
Anyway, here are a few photos of one rotten cat. Enjoy.
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