Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
I've been bemusedly watching the great struggle during the last week, between The Other One and Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat where a giant dust cloud emerges from whatever room they happen to be in -- or in this morning's case, rooms -- and from the cloud, the Other One's Voice: "Ya GOTTA. Ya GOTTA. I don't want to have to take you back to the vet!"
When the dust does settle, there is a catnip-induced peace for a while.
I think there's only one pill left.
Now if it were me, both humans would have given up way before this. ElastoKitty Rules...
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
I distracted the writer human from her lazy seat on the futon about six times in ten minutes by zipping out the cat door and demanding to be let in the front door moments later.
We finally arrived at a truce whereby I sat next to her and made sleepy cat noises and made her sit and write for a while.
Guess it worked. She sent something off to a friend, who liked it.
I distracted the writer human from her lazy seat on the futon about six times in ten minutes by zipping out the cat door and demanding to be let in the front door moments later.
We finally arrived at a truce whereby I sat next to her and made sleepy cat noises and made her sit and write for a while.
Guess it worked. She sent something off to a friend, who liked it.