Wednesday, January 2, 2008

The nerve...

The nerve...

I realize now that crying to go out at 5 am...in a blizzard...when the peacemaker had a migraine...was not the smartest thing to do. She opened the door and tossed, yes tossed, me out. Like I was burrdock that came in on the wee ones pants. I landed in a snow drift up to my whiskers. Needless to say, I made a quick re-entry and have spent two hours cleaning up. She'll have to deal with the ensuing hairball. I took the above photo as evidence and I was NOT trying to make a snow cat angel and she is now claiming.


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