Only A Cat May Stare At A King
Inga had sent me some cute cat sleeping pics... and it reminded me of a funny I wanted to share with yall.
Years ago I had a cat named Frosty.... I confess I spoiled Frosty pretty badly... so badly that at one point my home became overrun with these little bitty mice... Hey Frosty felt no need to do anything about it... I was feeding him canned cat food twice a day and keeping dry cat food available for him the rest of the time in case he got a little bit hungry... The miceies moved in Frosty's diet got changed... and he started doing what cats are supposed to do...
Anyhoo... that wasn't the story I started to tell... So Frosty was pretty spoilt... my sister in law, who really didn't like pets in general especially house pets... and didn't think any normal person did either I guess was visiting me. It was in the winter and quite cold... several inches of snow on the ground... I'd see Wilma's face kind of tighten every time she noticed Frosty... and actually I was just a bit amused... I knew she was having a hard time not saying anything about that nasty cat in the house... Hee Hee Hee.... Finally she couldn't refrain... she just had to say something... but she was diplomatic about it... she said, "I bet you'll be glad when it warms out and you can put that cat outside! Well... my cat had the run of the house... cold or hot... but I didn't say anything... I was a little irked that she should be commenting on my house but oh well... the next day as it happened Frosty fell asleep at the end of my bed with his head on a baby pillow I had there from Cara's baby years... About that time here comes Wilma... Oh my... I just knew she'd think it was the outside of too much... that cat... sleeping on the bed... with his head on a pillow.... Oh my goodness... but... sometimes I just can not resist... I just got to amp it up... so... I got Cara's crocheted baby blanket from the closet shelf and laid it over the cat... When Wilma saw that cat with its head on the pillow covered with a baby blanket.... oh her face... it was priceless... talk about sucking lemons.... LMAO..... shame on me... I truly loved Wilma... when we meet up yonder I fully expect her to slap me hard for still laughing over that... but I am....
I hope yall are having blessed moments. Hugs Elissa Cara's Mom For Always
Years ago I had a cat named Frosty.... I confess I spoiled Frosty pretty badly... so badly that at one point my home became overrun with these little bitty mice... Hey Frosty felt no need to do anything about it... I was feeding him canned cat food twice a day and keeping dry cat food available for him the rest of the time in case he got a little bit hungry... The miceies moved in Frosty's diet got changed... and he started doing what cats are supposed to do...
Anyhoo... that wasn't the story I started to tell... So Frosty was pretty spoilt... my sister in law, who really didn't like pets in general especially house pets... and didn't think any normal person did either I guess was visiting me. It was in the winter and quite cold... several inches of snow on the ground... I'd see Wilma's face kind of tighten every time she noticed Frosty... and actually I was just a bit amused... I knew she was having a hard time not saying anything about that nasty cat in the house... Hee Hee Hee.... Finally she couldn't refrain... she just had to say something... but she was diplomatic about it... she said, "I bet you'll be glad when it warms out and you can put that cat outside! Well... my cat had the run of the house... cold or hot... but I didn't say anything... I was a little irked that she should be commenting on my house but oh well... the next day as it happened Frosty fell asleep at the end of my bed with his head on a baby pillow I had there from Cara's baby years... About that time here comes Wilma... Oh my... I just knew she'd think it was the outside of too much... that cat... sleeping on the bed... with his head on a pillow.... Oh my goodness... but... sometimes I just can not resist... I just got to amp it up... so... I got Cara's crocheted baby blanket from the closet shelf and laid it over the cat... When Wilma saw that cat with its head on the pillow covered with a baby blanket.... oh her face... it was priceless... talk about sucking lemons.... LMAO..... shame on me... I truly loved Wilma... when we meet up yonder I fully expect her to slap me hard for still laughing over that... but I am....
I hope yall are having blessed moments. Hugs Elissa Cara's Mom For Always
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too funny, your words brought me a smile, thank you and I love the cat pic..
Too cute. I love those stories because I\'m an animal lover and our animals rule the house. Thanks for always making me smile. Love Robin
Another animal lover here! You sure showed WIlma, in a loving way. Way to go girl! Truly your friend, BarbaraWawa
Great cat story!! We have two golden retrievers and one cat named Sweetie who rules the house! She was 4 when we got the dogs and she took no grief from them as puppies ~ she didn\'t think twice about swatting their noses if they got out of hand. She taught them to hunt like cats, sitting real quietly, crouching, waiting patiently to pounce at just the right moment. She didn\'t understand when they would invite her to play in the puppy way (front paws and chest down on the ground with lots of little barking) and would give them a look that said \"whatever ~ what the hell do you think you\'re doing???\" She still thinks their noisy barking, constant need for ball play and drooling at the dinner table are stupid and gross.
When the dogs were about six (by then both outweighing Sweetie by a good 50 - 60 pounds) one day I was amazed to see them charging up the stairs, only to stop dead in their tracks at the landing and run back down for dear life. Sweetie was sitting on the landing and just gave them a look.
Animals add much to our lives ~ at least in our family.
Thanks for your story. Love and hugs ~ Debbie
Love it!