After an awful day, at work - systems down and customers po'd - I came to find a hunk of round steak, defrosting on the kitchen counter. I remarked that Bill was a trusting soul, leaving a tasty piece of juicy red beef, where mischievous kitties could get to it.
I was informed that Bill had lined the cats up and sternly lectured them, about the consequences of stealing steak. He closed his remarks with, "Touch my steak and I'll beat your @$$es."
Naturally, this carried great weight with the Three Terrors. Opie jumped to the top of the cupboards and gave Bill a look, as if to say, "I'll have a hunk of steak, if I want it!" He was still sitting there, glaring away, when I got home. Buddy opted to loll on the sofa and visit the litter box while Rowdy took up her position on the sink and supervised the dinner preparations. Bill shook his finger, in Rowdy's face and told her vacate. She nipped his finger, called him a dirty name and sat right back down.
These cats are well aware of the fact that they have Bill wrapped around their paws and he wouldn't hurt them, on a bet. We all know, who's the biggest pussycat, in the family.
I was informed that Bill had lined the cats up and sternly lectured them, about the consequences of stealing steak. He closed his remarks with, "Touch my steak and I'll beat your @$$es."
Naturally, this carried great weight with the Three Terrors. Opie jumped to the top of the cupboards and gave Bill a look, as if to say, "I'll have a hunk of steak, if I want it!" He was still sitting there, glaring away, when I got home. Buddy opted to loll on the sofa and visit the litter box while Rowdy took up her position on the sink and supervised the dinner preparations. Bill shook his finger, in Rowdy's face and told her vacate. She nipped his finger, called him a dirty name and sat right back down.
These cats are well aware of the fact that they have Bill wrapped around their paws and he wouldn't hurt them, on a bet. We all know, who's the biggest pussycat, in the family.