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.
8 comments:
Awww...but he looks so innocent!
That face says "who me? a handful?! I don't know what you're talking about!"
He's a cutie! Good luck!
What a cutie, but he looks like a pistol! Good luck! (those darn cats can be waaayyy too smart!)
Boy, there's a lot of attitude in that single expression. Good luck! Poor Ethel. :-(
Poor Ethel lucky its only a weekend
Oh goodness does he ever look mischievous!!! Looks like you got your work cut out for you.
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
I love your animals!!!!
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