***ETA: I referred to Morgan, the youngest furkid as the Middle furkid. I was probably asleep. Or a bad parent. Or both. Either way, he is in fact the youngest. Obviously still not ready for real kids.***
Oh my god, ya'll. Why didn't you TELL me it had been so damn long since I blogged gratuitously about the furkids? It's like you DON'T WANT ME TO.
Oh my god, ya'll. Why didn't you TELL me it had been so damn long since I blogged gratuitously about the furkids? It's like you DON'T WANT ME TO.
This was my Saturday morning/afternoon. Time to be jeallllooouuusss!
We were all laying in bed enjoying some morning interneting, when Morgan the second born, paranoid and probably blind furkid had to get all awkward on us.
And started attack necking his sister. which is always weird.
See?
So as Basil and I are all, WTF Morgan? You make family time so awkward. Carmen huffed off to the window sill, because I'm pretty certain Morgan touched her swimsuit area and she hates that.
But being the bratty brother he is, he followed her there and sat swatting at her.
But being the bratty brother he is, he followed her there and sat swatting at her.
So she did what any respectable 4 legged cat would do to an awkward 3 legged cat in a situation such as this.
She jumped up high.
That's my girl.
5 snarks:
Thank you for a laugh.
Wait, I'm stuck on the math where Morgan is second born...?
Looks like way more fun than my morning/afternoon at work.
I love Basils face with all the fighting. Thanks for furkid blogging! - Kristina
Sadly, I can top this. Last night my husband and I were in the middle of Happy Naked Fun Time when my cat, Mila, started nosing herself in between us. Not the time, cat, not the time.
these are hilarious! so glad i ran across your blog, haha :) it reminded me that I need to blog about my dog, I haven't in awhile, unacceptable!
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