kitty blogging again
I admit it.
I am the crazy cat lady. This is all I blog about apparently.
Indie (see below) wandered out onto the enclosed porch this a.m. He wouldn’t come back in because he was hiding behind the perennial pile-o-crap in the corner, under the table. So I closed the door, figuring he’ll come yelp in a minute.
I forgot.
And about 20 minutes later (while conversing with Ms. V of http://herroyalmajestybags.etsy.com/ - great bags by the way) I hear meowing- which I place upstairs, not on the porch.
Then I hear knocking.
You heard me.
Knocking.
I turn from the computer, “who the heck is knocking on the window” and there’s Indie. Patting the window with those long-clawed paws. Perched up on the rocker on the porch looking in at Pablo, his brother, sitting on the other side of the glass. And who had to have been thinking “that’s right, dumb butt. Who’s the man now? huh? Huh?” Pablo’s a bit neglected around here because he’s so not inyourface about needing pets.
He knocked and knocked and knocked until I could get the door open and he could sprint back in the house.
He spent the next 20 minutes till I left meowing and yelping about his tale of entrapment.
Silly cat.
