Tinks, Destroyer of Worlds, Shredder of Toilet Paper. (You can see Bindi slinking out of the room in the lower right corner of the pic above, all, "I didn't see NUTHIN.")
Yes, cabin fever has set in.
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- 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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4 comments:
I know how that cat feels.
Maybe he's upset at your obvious gaffe (buying pink Kleenex for a blue bathroom), but he can't reach the Kleenex box to protest.
P.S. Here's a theory destined to bite the dust: "If you ever invested in toys, amusements and scratching devices for your cats, this sort of thing wouldn't happen!".................Ginny
fmcetc., yeah, I could shred something myself right about now.
And Ginny, you mean I'm supposed to match the Kleenex to the room decor? Uh-oh ...
and of course he picked the TP over the nine billion available cat toys. Priorities.
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