Murray and Mr. K have a ridiculous evening couch ritual.
Cat sat for our friend Cricket this weekend. She has bad dandruff and is old (can't groom as well anymore) so I brushed her and filled up an entire trash can with her fur.
There is a catnip compartment in Murray's new toy. I found her going so crazy with it this morning that she had drooled all over the top and her neck was totally soaked from rubbing in her own drool.
A bit of high excitement here. Iggy found a paper grocery bag and promptly managed to get her head stuck through one of the handles. Chaos ensued for a few minutes as she tried( in vain) to get it off. Suddenly she started tearing around the house in terror, bumping into stuff & knocking her water bowl over in the kitchen en route to the lounge where I had to grab her & release her from the evil grocery bag. A few cuddles later & she's calmed down & curled up beside me before another bad bag attacks her.
A bit of high excitement here. Iggy found a paper grocery bag and promptly managed to get her head stuck through one of the handles. Chaos ensued for a few minutes as she tried( in vain) to get it off. Suddenly she started tearing around the house in terror, bumping into stuff & knocking her water bowl over in the kitchen en route to the lounge where I had to grab her & release her from the evil grocery bag. A few cuddles later & she's calmed down & curled up beside me before another bad bag attacks her.
It’s hard not to laugh, knowing their terror. That’s what a walnut-sized brain gets you. Poor Iggy.
This was taken when he stole my beanie:
This was taken when he stole my beanie:
