Miss Mischief Prissypants got herself locked in the basement last night. All night. Well, at least until 4 a.m., when I noticed my head was cat-free and sent my sweetie down to look for her. This morning, she’s all pathetic and rub-my-belly-ish. You’d think she’d learn from this horrible, locked-in-the-cold-dark-place experience. But probably not.
littleegyptNovember 25, 2008 at 7:37am
Our boy could meow at her from the garage. Meow.