Thursday, September 10, 2009

Alas, Cats are B(l)ack


This is my nightmare. Every single time I have to use the pee-pee pad in the middle of the night, I have to walk down the dark hall from Linda's bedroom to the kitchen. Chip waits in the dark to pounce on me and scare the fur off me. I now make Linda walk me down the hall and wait for me because there have been too many sneak attacks. Why does she insist on tormenting me? All I ever wanted was to just be friends with her.