October 30th 2005 9:30 pm
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Me: Hi Cole! Oh my, what's all over your face?
Cole: Who cares.
Me: Cole, come 'ere. Here kitty kitty.
Cole: Leave me alone.
I get up to see what he's gotten in to. Of course, being the friendliest cat in the world (not!) he runs. I finally corner him in my room.
Cole: They're spiderwebs!
Me: Did you get into another cat fight? That looks like orange cat hair!
Cole: Ummm. Nooooooooooo.
Me: I don't know if you realize this, but it's not your hair--you're not orange! Now, come here!
Cole: Nope. I'm tellin' you, they're spiderwebs!
He now attempts to use his paw to clear off the cat hair stuck in his whiskers from yet another cat fight.
Me: It's no use. It's inspection time!
Cole: What?!?!?!?! No, no, no! Not inspection time! Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
Inspection time happens anytime I think Cole has gotten into a cat fight outside. I check for cuts, bits, scraps, etc. He hates inspection time.
Me: Well, looks like you've cleared inspection. Let's hope you didn't do too much damage.
At this point, Cole won't look at me. He refuses to acknowledge that I'm his owner. I see him head down the hallway...flicking his tail back and forth.
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