the kitten chronicles - part 76

Oops, got so busy I forgot to post yesterday. Don't think the boys will survive the football season. Too much yelling from the Big Cat. Apparently football involves a lot more personal direction from the fan/viewer than other sports. I tend not to yell at the TV when I'm watching tennis or baseball. But this past Sunday was the opening game for my beloved Washington Redskins. And for added excitement levels they were playing the hated Dallas Cowboys. So I just have to scream. This terrified the boys so much that they both climbed into "the fort" (the cardboard box on the living room floor) and cowered in fear. Why was the Big Cat so angry? We're not on the counter. We're not chewing the dried flowers. Why Big Cat why? The poor little fur brains didn't realize that the stream of verbal abuse was directed at the TV not them. No more NFL for you Big Cat. You're going to have a heart attack. And then we will dine on your soft chewy bits. Eek! xxx dad