Countdown to Freedom!
I heard through the grapevine that on Sunday, the Grandma (I'm not sure if she likes it when I call her that; I think "I am not that cat's grandmother!" were her exact words) is coming to take care of the house and Zephyr while the peeps are out of town for a couple days (I can take care of myself, thanks very much). What does that mean for me? After 9 days of imprisonment, I finally get to go outside! Morning, noon and night! Whenever I feel like it, a "mewp" at the back door is usually all that's necessary to persuade her to open it for me.
She's a soft touch.
She's a soft touch.
posted by Musette at 8:00 AM
3 Comments:
How would she feel if you called her the Old Lady instead...? ;)
That's another thing we have in common! My grandma feels the same way. I am not allowed to call her grandma under ANY circumstances. She will only let me call her Momma S.
I think you should get a picture of your grandma! By the way, if you want I will put a link on my website to yours (and maybe you could put one on yours to mine).
Just let me know if you want to!
Mrowr...purrrr. (headbutt)
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