Sandy appeared for breakfast right on time. If there’s something that Sandy does with great precision, aside from sleep, it’s to arrive at mealtime.
Sandy Boy was looking a little damp. He strolled into the kitchen, avoided eye contact with me, and proceeded to shake his wetness all over my briefcase.
“Sandy Boy, you’re all wet!”, a voice said, “Is it raining?”
Skies were clear. I looked out back at the pool. Hmm, I thought, I can probably get those claw marks in the plaster filled. Yeah, good as new.
“Good boy, Sandy!”, I offered cheerfully.
Sandy gave me a hard glance, swiped at my briefcase with his claws and marched to his bowl.
Nice cat.
2 comments:
Dual purpose. More bang for your buck. A real deal. Two, *two*, TWO mints in one.
My cat Hazey is hilarious when she gets a bath. She hates them so much that she literally climbs the walls. And hangs off the soap dish holder with her front paws. Makes the soaping easier.
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