Sunday, May 29, 2011

Gone to the Dogs

I am cat sitting my brother’s cats over the holiday weekend. Some of you might remember that Ethel doesn’t like cats. She has packed her bags and headed to the back porch to stay with the other dogs. Yes, I’m fully aware she is a cat. It’s not me that’s confused.


Meanwhile, I am attempting to toddler cat proof my house from the little terror my brother calls Caterpie.

I call him Little Turd.

He is a handful.

I think he needs some kitty Ritalin.




Me and My Stitches said...

Awww...but he looks so innocent!

Gone Country said...

That face says "who me? a handful?! I don't know what you're talking about!"

He's a cutie! Good luck!

Sharon said...

What a cutie, but he looks like a pistol! Good luck! (those darn cats can be waaayyy too smart!)

Wendy said...

Boy, there's a lot of attitude in that single expression. Good luck! Poor Ethel. :-(

Evelyn said...

Poor Ethel lucky its only a weekend

The Barn Door said...

Oh goodness does he ever look mischievous!!! Looks like you got your work cut out for you.

Julie said...

At one time I had six cats. Friends would comment on how neat and tidy my house would look. Not much clutter and nicknacks. What they didn't know was the cats were the reason. One cat would pee on clutter that was left out and as for any statues etc. those were always in danger of a rampaging cat. I started to use "museum gel" to hold any statues in place. Not that this meant they were totally safe but over all they held up better - less things got broken. lol

earlene said...

I love your animals!!!!