Big, Bad & Furry

A Little Like It Used To Be

December 24th 2008 2:31 pm
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I did all of my usual laying. On the dryer, on the scratcher, in the chair, on top of the couch. The other day, Mom did something she hasn't done in a long time. She was sitting in the chair & holding that button-thing & staring @ the noise & picture box. When she does this, she doesn't move. At all. For a long time. So I went to sit on her like I used to. The dogs were sleeping, otherwise I don't think I'd have been able to. She didn't push me as far down as she usually does. She let me get close to her face & she petted me. She didn't even mind too much that I drooled on her. Just to be nice, I didn't put my claws in her clothes. That seems to make her more happy.
Yesterday those dogs were being rowdy. So I swatted the closest one to me. She yelped. Sissy. I didn't REALLY get her. Besides, she's not the one I meant to get. The big black one isn't too bad. The one I really want to get is the loud little one. I don't like that one at all. I stopped growling @ her, though, which means that Mom doesn't tell me to shut up anymore. Why did those things come into our quiet house?

 
 

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