Apparently you CANNOT put bunny ears on the cat without undue trauma. My daughter's cat, Megaroy, is now hiding under the bed. (Apparently he's not completely stupid, but I'm pretty sure there's a little empty space where the brain is supposed to be.) Apparently the kid, my daughter, has decided that she will MAKE Megaroy love her by force-cuddling the cat. (In a court of law, this would be considered harassment or stalking, but the cat doesn't have any legal recourse.) The cat, who wants to escape but doesn't use claws or teeth on Cressy for some reason, puts up with it in a manner I find positively bizarre. The cat has claws top and bottom and he knows how to use them. However, he does not use them on her.
Inspired by the EB's impending visit, Cressy wanted to share the love with Megaroy. She got out her chocolate color plush named Chocolate Rose, for some strange reason. (Remember my kid has a Bonsai tree named Bathtub.) She forced the cat to cuddle with the plush. Megaroy was less than enthused. I was forced to get out the camera. Also I was forced to put speech balloons in the photographs I took. Obama was forced to- wait, what was I saying?
Well, I couldn't stop taking pictures.
It didn't matter how much the kid shoved the plush at the cat. The cat just took it like a trouper. This, of course, led me to consider what goes on in this cat's minuscule brain. I shall illustrate.
There it is. It looks a lot bigger here than it is in reality. (HIM says the cat might have been lying back, thinking of England. HIM is still ticked off about the blog about the contractor. Hahaha.)
There ya go. Happy Easter, ya'll.