-giggling-
Jul. 26th, 2004 09:26 pmDancer was on the table. Catchild hauled her off the table, held the kitten under the faucet, and turned the water on. Standard disipline for cats around here.
Dancer fled into the living room, where she was cornered by the baby.
"No do dat! No do dat!"
From the Phooka. While shaking her finger in Dancer's face.
Between that, Dancer's appearance, and Dancer's facial expression, Catchild, Louis and I are still giggling.
Dancer fled into the living room, where she was cornered by the baby.
"No do dat! No do dat!"
From the Phooka. While shaking her finger in Dancer's face.
Between that, Dancer's appearance, and Dancer's facial expression, Catchild, Louis and I are still giggling.