I am bedbound today due to my Fibromyalgia. Hubby is in the process of pulling out our old bathroom so she can fit our new one. (Due to having Banana-Bug in a cast we can't really get a move on with it until August now but we can get the floor sanded and sealed). To the left is Kwaazi - he's a moggie we rescued from the SPCA. As a family we like to think he's really a Norwegian Forest Cat.
At my bedroom door is a laundry basket with a hula hoop propped up on it. A device of death as I'm not walking well.
Sausage: It's for the cat to jump through.
Me: Of course it is that's my first thought.
Sausage: And then we can applaud him.
He shoves the cat.
Sausage Come on cat, kitty, kitty, cat (his usual cat charming powers seem to be failing him)
Cat looks about as impressed as myself.
Seriously if I was one of our pets there would be far more biting and scratching of littlies.
And as I'm writing this the cat proves me wrong and neatly jumps through the hoop. We all cheer loudly. Even the misery guts that is Banana-Bug joins in.
Sausage: The cat's gone. I can't find him.
The Kimlin Family