This morning the boys were violently hurling their bodies against my bedroom door "Wake up Big Cat! Wake up!!" What's up lads?
Is the Casa Big Cat on fire? Ordinarily they just scratch on the door. But no it was just a regular November day and they were full of feline energy. "lets get this show on the road, Big Cat!". This meant where they normally walk beside me during our morning routine they ran frantically. Down the stairs to their bowls. Down the stairs to the ironing board. Back up the stairs. Has someone been slipping Red Bull into the kitty water bowl? Bee? This is not good. When I left them they were maniacally batting at an extension cord. All the throw rugs in the Muskoka room were strewn in piles all over. And they were making this weird humming
sound. Although, it might just have been purring. Is the 24th of November something special on the cat calendar? Can anybody tell me. I'm a rookie cat owner. Maybe today is International Cat Liberation Day, kind of a Cinco de Mayo for the fur brain set. I fear
what damage may be done to the house in my absence. If anybody notices a big plume of smoke coming from East York today my worst fears will have been confirmed. The destruction is complete. The horror. The horror. xxx dad
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