After my last deployment, the cats wouldn’t let me get more than 5 feet away from them before they would trot up and demand to be loved.
But then, a week after I got home, I went to visit the in-laws for the weekend in another state. When I got home, the girls had puked on my weight bench, knocked my framed picture off the desk and broken it, and shredded my favorite pair of underwear that I had accidentally left behind when I was packing.
For the record, they never puke on aything, break stuff, or even touch our clothes. I think that was their way of telling me that they didn’t like me going away again after having already been gone. Kind of cute, in a way that only a cat owner can appreciate.
Who says real men don’t love catz??
Love this!
Thank you for the great pix thread!
Happy (belated) Veterans Day!
