Oh the felinity of it all!
My friends, I am writing today on a very grave matter. It's a beautiful summer day. . . and I'm inside. This is wrong on so many levels, I can't begin to start. The Can Opener is outside painting the back deck, and I'm locked inside. He says it's to protect my nice clean paws from being coated in the Silver Grey it-doesn't-wash-off-with-water deck paint. As if I'd be so dumb as to walk on the paint! Who does he take me for, Zephyr?
How could he think of doing anything outside without me? I'm such a good helper.
How could he think of doing anything outside without me? I'm such a good helper.
posted by Musette at 12:25 PM
3 Comments:
Try crying at the window! That always seems to help me get what I want. My Mommy goes out there and plays with flowers on the deck and I can see her! I see she needs my help and so I cry. I cry until she comes in and gets me. (I'm not allowed out there without my leash a'cause I don't have claws)
Musette, it looks like you may have an admirer!
Timmy, I tried everything: crying, complaining, swirling around feet, scratching at the door. But to no avail. However, the paint dried, so I was let out to do my rounds late in the afternoon.
I'm intrigued by the leash concept. Perhaps my fur brother would get to enjoy some outside time if he had one.
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