Anyone want a bratty cat?! It is 12:15 a.m. I am fixing to go to bed and realize that one of my cats is still outside.We live in Mississippi and while it is not as cold out as it gets in other states it is chilly.
I go to the door and Mancha ( freaking cat) is laying in the driveway....freaking six/ten steps away from the front door.I call him,he looks at me and does that little "fall down" that cats do when they would much rather YOU come get them than walk,kwim? I leave him there-close the door(sometimes this will make them come running).Wait a couple of minutes and open the door again...he sort of stretches/purrs. (Prrroowww)Looks at me "Well?" And of course silly me walks to the driveway (no sweater,no shoes...in pjs) picks his lazy,furry butt up and carries him inside. And,I still wonder WHY my cats think they are gods.LOL
(Leaving him outside is not an option.He would wait until I fall asleep and then start meowing at my window)
Thought for the day :
Women are angels and when someone breaks our wings we simply continue to fly...on a broomstick. We are flexible that way.