When I had the kittens, those two would scare the living hell out of me. Once, they disappeared for almost two DAYS. I unhinged the bed (where my German Shapherd liked to keep them) and turned it all apart, I tore apart every drawer, every cabinet, &c. --You know what I mean. Mind you, I was in a large studio. There were no other rooms.
Little shits were in the corner recess behind the claw tub--or at least that's where I finally found them--happy as clams playing with spiders. Pounce! Pounce! Pounce! Out they came and looked at me as if to say, "Okay, we're done with that. What's for dinner?"
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When I had the kittens, those two would scare the living hell out of me. Once, they disappeared for almost two DAYS. I unhinged the bed (where my German Shapherd liked to keep them) and turned it all apart, I tore apart every drawer, every cabinet, &c. --You know what I mean. Mind you, I was in a large studio. There were no other rooms.
Little shits were in the corner recess behind the claw tub--or at least that's where I finally found them--happy as clams playing with spiders. Pounce! Pounce! Pounce! Out they came and looked at me as if to say, "Okay, we're done with that. What's for dinner?"
I totally feel for you.