I think our computer teacher means business.
Seriously. How does that girl know the difference between a regular work morning and the one day that I’m going to pick her up to take her to the vet?
This weekend involved a several-room chase, slamming doors, and much whining (on both our parts). How does she know?
And don’t trust that innocent “I’m just lying here asleep” look.
I get up for just a moment . . .
Okay cat, listen up. We both need to sleep tonight, since last night wasn’t working. So:
- You do not need to patrol the entire house (I’m closing the bedroom door just to prove it).
- You don’t need to test your ability to jump on and off this bed.
- The dog you smell hasn’t been around since New Year’s and won’t get you. I promise.
I am having my bathroom renovated. Since it’s the only bathroom in my house, the cat and I have moved into my parents’ house for a week (they’re in Alabama).
Someone isn’t sure this is a great idea.
My cousin’s cat, Dexter:
“Don’t even think about it.”