Posted on 08/25/2008 6:08:39 PM PDT by pharmamom
Horus is just pathetic. The look of bathos on his little cat face…he is staring at me from in front of the Great Closet wherein is kept the Wondrous Bag of Kitty Delights. He had his paw under the door, trying to poke a hole in the bottom of the bag, I suspect, and perchance capture a morsel or two. Meanwhile, since the aforesaid closet is adjacent to Henry’s kennel (and Henry is in lock-down for barking and growling at Rocky, who ISN’T EVEN OUTSIDE ANYMORE), Henry feels constrained to alert me periodically to the feline perfidy going on right under his nose. (“Hey! Over here! Would you get off that computer and come set these verminous creatures straight?) This in turn sets off Max, who yells down at Henry, “Shut up, you stupid dog! I hope you explode!” (Max is big on exploding things, figuratively.) Here Tobie feels like he has to add to the clamor, screeching at Max to be quiet so that he, Tobie, can go to sleep. A few deceiving moments of quiet, and then it all starts again. It’s kind of a Rube Goldberg device to drive me around the bend.
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Your place actually sounds relaxing.
I have 8 cats, 2 gun dogs, and nephew who likes to blow things up and shoot cannons off, plus an elderly father with alzheimers who sometimes still thinks it is WWII.
I can see it now: FREEPER SWAP! Only on Fox! You also have to take the 14 year old and the bulimic cat, whom I suspect started this nonsense by barfing somewhere close by Henry’s kennel.
Gotta admit it, your house sounds mighty interesting.
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