So I"m getting ready for work, running here, doing this, running there, doing that. I"m a morning person and try to make sure the house is clean, dinner is ready for that evening, etc before I have to be at work at 9. Well, DH gets up with me at 5:15 and takes his shower. The first thing he usually does is goes in the linen closet for a fresh washcloth.
It's now 8 am, and I am sitting here cruising the lounge, when I see trixie and Petals fly by in a flash of fur, chasing eachother like their tails were on fire. Hummm, something just didn't seem right............where was my third flash??
Usually one of the girls goes and bops him on the head, then they both take off with him chasing them for all he's worth...........
Tiggy, where is Tiggy?
I get up, start calling him. The girls come right away, but still no Tiggy. To make this post short, I search everywhere for about 15 minutes, then get to thinking.......where can he be? My mind went to the bathroom! Sure enough, I go into the potty, open up the linen closet door, and who should wake up, yawning at me from atop my sheets, but the Tigster himself! He was purrfectly content in there, sound asleep. My girls would have been so mad they would have been howling up a storm.........
Oh yes, closets and cats.............sometimes they don't go together, but in Tiggy's case, they do!
It's now 8 am, and I am sitting here cruising the lounge, when I see trixie and Petals fly by in a flash of fur, chasing eachother like their tails were on fire. Hummm, something just didn't seem right............where was my third flash??
Usually one of the girls goes and bops him on the head, then they both take off with him chasing them for all he's worth...........
Tiggy, where is Tiggy?
I get up, start calling him. The girls come right away, but still no Tiggy. To make this post short, I search everywhere for about 15 minutes, then get to thinking.......where can he be? My mind went to the bathroom! Sure enough, I go into the potty, open up the linen closet door, and who should wake up, yawning at me from atop my sheets, but the Tigster himself! He was purrfectly content in there, sound asleep. My girls would have been so mad they would have been howling up a storm.........
Oh yes, closets and cats.............sometimes they don't go together, but in Tiggy's case, they do!