He will come to me and cry when he is hungry, wants love, wants me to watch him pee. This morning as I am on the TCS, he would not leave me alone. HE ate, peed, I didn't know what he wanted, but I got up and followed him to the kitchen anyway, because he wouldn't shut up, and lo and behold, there is the 16 ounces of water bowl spilled on top of the paper filled desk I put it, with it dripping on to the 1/3 full bag of chicken crumble litter, and the guilty culprit, Pansy standing there with wet paws.
So I saved the papers, and the litter, thanks to my persistant Fangy.
What do your cats tell you?
So I saved the papers, and the litter, thanks to my persistant Fangy.
What do your cats tell you?