Friday Morning Musings -- the Cat ... Again
Who me? Today's humor comes from (where else) my loud-mouthed cat, Bill. My boyfriend Kirk, who picked him out with me at the SPCA, asked me, "Was the cat meowing too loudly again?" "He always meows too loudly -- it's in his job description," I dryly replied. "We should have looked more closely at his job description," said Kirk with a chuckle. And, of course the cat is jumping on the pillows on the sofa, because those are his favorites. Bill could spend an entire hour twirling, tumbling and tossing those pillows with little notice of anything else around him. My other least favorite Bill activity is for him to get on his hind legs and pounce on my leg (as I'm walking through the room). Another uninvited pounce involves my feet at the base of the bed where I'm folding clothes and a paw briskly with claws extended comes from beneath the bed ruffle to rudely scratch the top of my foot. And finally, we have the infamous toilet-pape...