Two cats, one TV
Two cats, one TV
Marching Meggie. She loves that ratty, old blanket. She marches on it, kneading it and making biscuits for several minutes, before she will lie down.
On the edge of the tub. No, I was not chewing on the shower curtain. No, those are not my teeth marks on the edge of the curtain. Busted!
On the counter – where I’m not supposed to be.
