Wednesday, July 30, 2008

Just Warm Blooded Furniture

I remember reading somewhere that to a cat you are just a piece of furniture-albeit with warm blood and the ability to open cat food cans.

I was sitting on the couch watching TV the other night while Buddy was racing around the living room chasing Mimi. Apparently I was in his way because he raced right up and over me in his quest to get Mimi. Didn't even say excuse me.

1 comment:

Meghan said...

Rude cats -- they never apologize.