Sorry Steve, somebody had to say it!
Let's talk about our two fur-children, Smingers and Smokey Bones. Actually, Smokey Bones doesn't go by "Smokey Bones" anymore--we have (un)affectionately labeled her "Pooh" because she is so grouchy and ANNOYING ALL the time.
So these two kitties, Pooh and Sming are the most opposite kitties EVER. Sming is a very nice, Garfield Lard that loves to (in order) 1. Eat 2. Sleep 3. Eat 4. Run around outside 5. "don't mind if I do!" Eat
Pooh is a silver-gray kitty who is slightly fat (but wears her weight well). Pooh hates to (in order) 1. Be loved 2. Be picked up 3. Be loved 4. Be touched 5. Be nice 6. Do ANYTHING she didn't think of FIRST!
That being explained, I will be sharing many anecdotes on these two kitties and thought I would begin with this one.
Smingers wanted to go outside really bad this morning, but unfortunately, though he has a cat door out of our window 3 ft off the ground, cannot jump up to it due to his considerable girth. He finally annoyed Steve enough by crying, pouting, then pointing his nose to the window until Steve let him out. What a baby. I will be picking up some French Cries and Whaamburgers for him on said Hamburglar's Birthday.
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