I left work early.
When I got home, Her Majesty immediately raced to the front door and demanded her freedom. I opened the door, she stepped outside, stuck out her tongue (I swear I am not making this up) and turned right around and came back in again.
You sound surprised. Ours would flip their tails (the kitty rendition of giving one the bird) and sit with their backs to us until they had decided that we were punished enough then go back tositting in our laps like nothing had ever happened.
ReplyDeleteHow funny and cute! Understand that you are having some really nasty weather. Please be careful.
ReplyDeleteI am imagining the internal cat monologue.
ReplyDeleteCat: [accusatory stare at you] YOU did this!
Royals never carry cash and never go out in bad weather. I think I resemble that remark!
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