Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Dirty fingers
Benjy tried his old trick to keep me from going out to the movies. He stepped into his pile of cat poo and then smelled all over the place. Too bad he forgot about the actions that immediately follow this kind of behaviour, like being picked up and held by the neck while having his feet cleaned with a soaking wet cloth. Talk about squealing cats...
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I had to shower my cat once, because he came home covered in mud and the poor sod had long hair, which was impossible for him to clean this mess on his own. You should have heard his screams and whimpers. After that he did what he did best: stayed at home and demanded freshly prepared food from his can-opener. Oh, and he was sulking for weeks!
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