Pia has lots of places to call her own here at home; a comfy chair upstairs, a pillow on the couch downstairs, next to Dad at the kitchen table, wedged between Mom and Dad in bed at night. But her most favorite spot is the perfectly Pia-sized slot between a comfy chair and an antique trunk. She can see everyone coming and going, she can hear everything going on, and yet, she’s “hidden” from prying eyes and noses and the vacuum cleaner. She’s one smart girl!
Someone else’s favorite spot very recently had its access removed due to a rather messy poop event. Now, we all know poop happens, and we can all probably agree that when someone who shall remain anonymous accidently leaves Quint’s feeder open, containing his special poop-friendly diet, and one Viola discovers the poop-friendly food, well, poop is REALLY going to happen about 8 hours later. So, no more going up on the top of the kitchen cabinets. Someone had to put their foot down, and yeah, you can probably imagine what that foot came down in.
That just might not have been all my poop, Mom. Just saying . . .
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Update:
Dad Steve here!
Thank you all so much for your purrs, prayers, get well cards and best wishes!! They made a huge difference and are helping me heal after my injury and hospital stay. My stitches will come out next week and I’m not sure who will be happier to see them gone: me or the cats.
Thank you again for your positive thoughts. This is an amazing community and we are grateful to be a part of it.
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2019 – Monday Memories
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – Five Word Friday
2015 – Wordless Wednesday
2014 – No post
2013 – ManCats, ShmanCats!
2012 – No post
