Something Feral

Digging up the flower-beds.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

The scene this morning

The joys of cat ownership. Whee.


Triton said...

Yeah, I remember those days. My cat would wake me up by sticking his face in mine and tickling me with his whiskers. The itching would wake me up, and I would open my eyes to see his face about an inch from mine. A bit startling.

I miss my little buddy, but I don't miss his hair. Stuff was everywhere.

Something Feral said...

At least the hair issue is a little easier to handle since I got him a special shedding-brush.

On the plus side, he keeps time like a Rolex; my days of using a back-up alarm are gone.