I was awoken by the sound of a screaming cat. Max was on the
bed with me, so you understand my natural confusion. He is usually the
screaming cat.
Okay, this may come as a surprise to you, as I know you all
think of me as a natural linguist with all the languages I speak, but Max is
more fluent in Cat than I. He understood the urgency and was quick to jump out
of bed and run to the living room door. I on the other hand waited for a
handful more of urgent pleas before I drug my sorry ass out of bed.
When I arrived in the living room, it became obvious to me
what a dire predicament we were facing. An imminent cat invasion was at hand. Outside
the door was an adorable cat that seemed to want inside. But Tom, the first
line of defense was adamant.
Okay, when I say “adorable”, please keep in mind that the
cat outside the door couldn’t hold a candle to Max or Tom. So, Tom and Max,
when you read this post, please keep in mind that you are much cuter and way
more cuddly than that stray gray tabby that was trying to invade our home.
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