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Monday, September 21, 2009

264/365 Bad Cat

Yep. He's chewing my hair. I'm glad that my cats are bad. Life would be so boring in a house with good cats. I love coming home and finding the cat toys in different places, yet the guilty parties appear that they have been sleeping all day. Hansel thinks he's still a kitten, going on the attack when feet move under blankets, protecting us from unknown predators. A consistent source of amusement.

1 comments:

SJR said...

I just love it! Reminds me of Dixon Lee, my 17 year old black cat I lost last summer. He would sit on the back of the couch head butting you to be pet. If you didn't pet him, he'd grab a mouthful of hair and pull!!! There were time he'd do that in the middle of the night too. They're such wonderful family members.