Dear Smudge,
Apparently flour tastes as awesome to you as grapes do to the Chick in Pan's Labyrinth, because today you thought it would be a nice idea to get into the flour. Of course, you are partially a black cat, but when I found you in the kitchen today, you weren't a black cat; you were a white cat. A very much in trouble white cat.
I think that you've learned your lesson though, because after I bathed you (and wasn't that an exciting adventure) and dried you off (which made you look like Mother Theresa), you looked at that bag of flour with a look of pure loathing.
Smudge, I sincerely hope that you did learn your lesson, because I don't think I can deal with doing that again.
Love,
~boo
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