Sometimes she looks like this:
... but SOMETIMES she looks like THIS (she is hissing at me in this pic. HISSING):
Which is why sometimes she looks like this:
Good girl.
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- rockygrace
- I was born in 1962; you do the math. (See also: I'm too lazy to remember to update this thing regularly.) I bought my first house in the summer of 2009; I share it with four cats and with the memories of The Runt and Little Girl, who both passed away in 2011. Rocky, the cat for whom this blog was named, passed away in 2008; I miss them all. I wish I lived somewhere where the winters weren't eight months long; other than that, life is good.
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2 comments:
She definitely need to be taught a lesson about being a nice kitty. Putting her in her place by embarrassing her is the thing to do. Sleep with one eye open though because she *is* going to retaliate. She may try to assassinated you.
Ha, Birdie, she stays in the foster room at night. With the door shut. I'm not takin' any chances ...
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