My husband, Fran, was getting his breakfast this morning. He'd put his bowl of raisin bran on the kitchen table and went to the fridge, which is located next to the table, to get some milk for his cereal. In the time it took for him to turn around to get his milk, the cat, Andy, had jumped up on the table, and was getting ready to stick his nose into Fran's cereal. Predictably, my husband unceremoniously dumped the cat onto the floor.
Later in the morning, Fran was went to walk back into the kitchen from the living room, only to find Andy sitting back up on the table, facing the door and patiently waiting for my husband to see him there. Could it be more obviously a dare?
Pets are like two-year-olds that never grow up.
You know what? I’d settle for this mode of defiance rather than the first one! While I was heating dinner just now he waited until I turned my back to rinse out some stuff in the sink, then leapt on to the table…
ReplyDeletemuch easier to laugh at than pee stains and their attendant odors...
Undoubtedly!!
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