I have figured it out that we gave that damn cat Blondie the wrong name. We should have called her That Damn Cat Goldilocks. This morning while I had the three dogs out to do their morning thing, I put kibble in their bowls. Along comes Blondie and she took a piece of kibble out of Zemas bowl and dropped it as she was going in reverse out of the bowl (the bowl was too big.) Next she sampled Vaneks bowl and she seemed to act as if his bowl was too small. Finally, she prances up to Sissys bowl and it must have been just right she started chowing on Sissys food. I looked at her and told her that she might not want to be doing that as I was walking to the door to UN-release the hounds (think Mr. Burns voice from the Simpsons). Well the dogs come pouring through the door and they went to their bowls. What happened next perplexed me... Here is an 80 pound Golden Retriever looking at me then looking at a 4 pound cat eating out of her bowl. I swear the damn dog was telling me hey dad that thing is eating out of my bowl can you do something about it! I picked up that damn cat so the dog could eat her breakfast.
Posted on: Wed, 13 Nov 2013 14:17:14 +0000
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