tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900113077178420191.post7997280960790166370..comments2024-03-28T12:15:01.381-07:00Comments on Little Grey Bungalow: In durance vileShayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16527241089629026268noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900113077178420191.post-68066614153507328202008-04-02T07:59:00.000-07:002008-04-02T07:59:00.000-07:00I suspect it's a good thing none of us speak Cat. ...I suspect it's a good thing none of us speak Cat. I had to extrapolate what she was saying based on her tone of miaouw.Shayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16527241089629026268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900113077178420191.post-45696647645441989142008-04-02T07:36:00.000-07:002008-04-02T07:36:00.000-07:00From another Midwesterner in another Tinyville:You...From another Midwesterner in another Tinyville:<BR/><BR/>Your Drama Queen could be my Drama Queen -- or Drama King. How a 15-lb. cat can sneak past silently, and disappear into the corner of a small well-lit room, is still a mystery to me even after years of keeping cats. I suspect it's a good thing that I don't have an exact simultaneous translation of the feline verbal complaints. :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900113077178420191.post-40410318674314444122008-04-01T18:57:00.000-07:002008-04-01T18:57:00.000-07:00And she went and got herself shut in a kitchen cup...And she went and got herself shut in a kitchen cupboard this afternoon!Shayhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16527241089629026268noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4900113077178420191.post-3383189605508388622008-04-01T10:29:00.000-07:002008-04-01T10:29:00.000-07:00*snerk* That's funny. (but don't tell her I said ...*snerk* That's funny. (but don't tell her I said that!)<BR/><BR/>I used to lose Annie once in a while, but she was never seriously annoyed. I think she might have been glad to get away from the dogs for a while.<BR/><BR/>A couple of weeks ago I was getting ready to take the dogs out for a potty break. I've got the french doors closed between the front room and living room so I don't have to heat the front room, so I was standing there with my hand on the doorknob, and Taenzer beside me wagging her tail, all ready to go. No Timber. Called him. No Timber. Called him again, a little louder. Still no Timber. At this point I'm starting to get worried and look down at Taenzer to say, "Well, Taenzer, where is he?" She shoved the doors with her nose, I opened the door, and, yup, there was Timber. I'd gone in earlier to get something, and somehow managed to overlook the 75 pound GSD at my heels...<BR/><BR/>I don't know why he didn't bark or something, goofy boy, but I was interested in Taenzer's reaction. She always used to be able to find Annie for me on request; guess she's going to extend the ability to Timber.T-Momhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09598655128676657203noreply@blogger.com