Cats Heartsick at Morrissey’s Defection to Dogs
Morrissey's gone to the dogs - and cats aren't taking it well. They're sadder than, well, Morrissey.
Morrissey's gone to the dogs - and cats aren't taking it well. They're sadder than, well, Morrissey.
Tonight my cat was on the roof. Literally, not figuratively.
"A cat on the head is what you get for not asking / and a cat on the head is what you get for asking"
"In my life / Oh, why do I give valuable time / to cats who don't care if I live or die?"
Our neighbor kitty, Sassy, has made himself at home in our yard.
When the cat comes up the stairs with insulation she's really saying, "Have you considered the energy-saving benefits of blown cellulose, installed with Craftsman tools from Sears?"
Cats, and cider, and donuts. Fall sure knows how to make an entrance.
Rocky is too tired to brave the 4th of July heat.
Pretty easy to do, actually
Rocky is at the animal hospital getting his thyroid fixed, and he has to stay there for a few days while the radioactive stuff leaves his system. We can watch him by webcam, though.