John is out of town this weekend, so the cats are lonely. Especially Ford, who needs a lot of attention.
I hear yowling from downstairs, and my first response is "It's okay, Tommy, we're up here."
( ramble )
Ford is sitting on my lap now. He doesn't seem to mind that he's gotten a little wet, or that I stop petting him to type every so often.
I hear yowling from downstairs, and my first response is "It's okay, Tommy, we're up here."
( ramble )
Ford is sitting on my lap now. He doesn't seem to mind that he's gotten a little wet, or that I stop petting him to type every so often.
