Anthony and I were in the living room, and I was on my way to the kitchen, when we noticed something slightly bizarre. Usually our afternoons are full of the dulcet tones of Grace and Monster Dog (aka Maggie) wrestling, while Pookie the Jungle Kitty sits calmly under the plants in the backyard and surveys his jungle kingdom. Or sometimes, to shake things up, we listen to the dulcet tones of Pookie the Pansy as he whines about the fact that Monster Dog has pinned him to the floor again and is chewing on his ear.
Yet on this particular afternoon, we noticed something awry. Monster Dog was running in pointless circles around the backyard, her uncontrollable puppy tongue slapping the side of her face. Not more than two paces behind her was Pookie the Jungle Kitty, tearing up the lawn at breakneck speed. Our cat was chasing our puppy. CHASING. OUR. PUPPY.
Kudos to you, Master P. Way to grow some.
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2 comments:
Pookie is clearly Grand Master P. Love it!
That's one of my prized Jungle Kitty pics...glad you approve! :)
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