We were upstairs, as usual. Our upstairs sees a lot more of us than downstairs. Most of the kitties stay in the same general vicinity as where we’re working when all of a sudden from downstairs, we hear a loud growl, a thud, some scrambling and a whole lot of nails trying to gain traction on the floor. We look at each other.
“Who’s downstairs?” we call out and start a head count of cats on nearby chairs, the desk and rug. “Quint, Olivia, Miss Newton, Pia and with Ruby and Maxx in our bedroom, that leaves just…”
Oh, hi Mom! – 2013 © Colehaus Cats
What?? – 2013 © Colehaus Cats
Why, of course. Tessa. Perhaps the large mousie (Miss Newton’s rat from IKEA) innocently laying behind her gave her a bit of lip?
