|He wasn't really laughing at me.|
I caught him mid-yawn, which
makes for good caption fodder.
Once we moved, the cat determined that he loves the enclosed porch and wants to go out there all the time. Winter, summer, spring, fall. (Not so much when it's raining. It might get his dainty, wootsie footsies wet and that's icky poo.) Being pushovers we leave the door cracked.
|Looking out the cat door at the|
cat lying on the porch.
This is pretty much his
every waking moment position,
except when he's pooping.
I try not to watch that part.
After the door was installed, I said, "See."
HIM decided to get determined. He put food on the opposite side of the door. Nothing.
HIM shoved the cat through. Nada.
HIM pleaded with the cat. No how.
Finally HIM took the flaps off the door. The cat had a little, itty-bitty-itsy light bulb appear over his moronic head. *PING!* I can goz through to the porch!
Wait until HIM puts the flaps back on.
|Okay I had to slam the poor skater girl with the wretched luck|
to have a camera guy right in her face when she made