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Holy fucking shit these fucking kittens are going to be the fucking DEATH of me.
I have just spent an HOUR AND A FUCKING HALF searching my flat for an orange and white kitten.
Spike couldn't find her (but I had him searching the wrong room so not his fault. He tried.) Cassie's too busy yowling for sex to care. I searched the cupboards. I searched the fridge. I turned the dog couch upside down in case she'd managed to crawl up into the springs. I was starting to think about prying the side panel off the bathtub. I even looked out-fucking-side, and she'd have to walk through walls to get there.
I'd reached the point of praying out loud with TEARS running down my face when she casually strolled up behind me in the bedroom, yawning and obviously just having woken up from a nice long sleep while I'd been imploding and the other three had been crackmonkeying around the flat.
I still don't know where the fuck she was.
I need a fucking drink now.
...and am now praying out loud with gratitude, for the record.
I have just spent an HOUR AND A FUCKING HALF searching my flat for an orange and white kitten.
Spike couldn't find her (but I had him searching the wrong room so not his fault. He tried.) Cassie's too busy yowling for sex to care. I searched the cupboards. I searched the fridge. I turned the dog couch upside down in case she'd managed to crawl up into the springs. I was starting to think about prying the side panel off the bathtub. I even looked out-fucking-side, and she'd have to walk through walls to get there.
I'd reached the point of praying out loud with TEARS running down my face when she casually strolled up behind me in the bedroom, yawning and obviously just having woken up from a nice long sleep while I'd been imploding and the other three had been crackmonkeying around the flat.
I still don't know where the fuck she was.
I need a fucking drink now.
...and am now praying out loud with gratitude, for the record.
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yeah, he's evil enough for that. ARGH!!
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But he does have a dodgy sense of humour at times and he does love her more than me...
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I used to laugh at my friend Al's cat Mama and dogs Lady and Jake.
You would be sitting in the kitchen, sipping on some coffee, and Lady would saunter up and stand by the back door until you opened it. When you opened it, Mama would scoot outside, and Lady would go back to whatever she had been doing before.
What was even more freaky is that they would repeat this process when Mama wanted to come back inside, with Lady on the INSIDE of the house the whole time.
When Jake came along, he took over the doordog duties.