FREE one
cat who runs around the house approximately 3:29 in the morning like his tampon
string is on fire, climbs to the top of Christmas tree, yowls, and then takes
off on another lap around the house.
His run of terror ends with him CATapulting off the arm of the chair to
fly through the air a la Evel Knevel to land, claws out on the new curtains, which he promptly shoots to the top
to get to the lighted garland hanging oh-so-decoratively . He resembles Popeye hitting the bell at the strength game at
the country fair. Once finished he
immediately drops to the ground, and licks his paw and grooms himself, as if to
say, “Yeah, that just happened.”
He’s really cute.
Really.
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