When I started this blog, I had four cats and a bunny. Since then, my bunny died and I got another cat.
One morning, I woke up and couldn’t find Zsa Zsa anywhere. The other cats tend to pick on her, and she’s a lot more petite than them, so she often either stands on my desk right by me all day or finds her own little corner and gets away from the rest of the gang.
As a side note, one (of the many) quirky thing(s) my son does because of his Asperger’s Syndrome, is he will not close a cabinet. Anywhere. Ever. Apparently, before he went to work that morning, he got a glass from the cupboard.
Anyway, I couldn’t find Zsa Zsa, so I assumed she was under a bed, and I went to the kitchen to wash the dishes from the night before. And when I got there, the cabinet was open about five inches. I pushed it closed it and heard a noise. So I opened it and look what I found!
Time to talk: Cats or dogs? Boy animals or girl animals? Jennifer Aniston or Angelina Jolie? Boxers or briefs?