Hubby said, “I’ve got this.”
Ten minutes later, the cat emerged looking like a Victorian-era poet who just survived a wind tunnel. One side brushed, the other side expressing artistic freedom. Whiskers offended. Floof expanded to maximum volume.
The husband was proud.
The cat was judgmental.
The brush was never trusted again.
Some grooming sessions are less spa day…
and more character development .😼
The football game was sold out. 50,000 screaming fans. Down on the sideline, “Big T” a security guard, was supposed to be watching the crowd. But he…
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. Another reason for me to live is gone. This is what it feels like to say goodbye to a kitten. From…
I found him shivering in the parking lot at work, trying to make himself invisible against a concrete pylon near the loading dock. When I pointed him…
