We had the last of the birthday shrimp tonight, and you know what? Buddah walked away from his so I could have it. The Man put it down on his plate and Buddah stepped away, and asked the Woman for some crunchy treats instead. I hope this doesn't mean he expects me to be nice to him or something.
Though, if I could have, I would have applauded when he hocked up a hairball last night. He was at the very top of the climbing tower, leaned over, and let it fly. There was barf
everywhere. It was impressive and smelly, and the Woman had to gag her way through cleaning it up. Heh.
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