Bratt and Joon have decided that they like playing in my recycle bin...a cute little wicker basket that looks nice and hides the recyclables until I put them in the outside bin on collection day. So I now have a nice looking empty bin...empty except for when the kitties are playing with it...and an unsightly plastic bag hanging from a hook on the edge of the counter that is now housing the empty bottles/cans. Why fight it...I will lose.
My boy's da took my cat Tif when he left me. That was about four years ago. A year later he gave her away without telling me! I still miss her.
That's awful. I'm so sorry he did that.
When I moved into my first apartment, I left my cat Elsa with my parents. I thought they’d take care of her and she’d be safe with them. But they gave her away to their housekeeper without telling me. Then the cat got into a fight with a dog and was so badly injured she was euthanized. Once again, my parents never bothered to tell me until after the evil deed was done. I learned the hard way that animals are not safe around my parents.
My boy's da took my cat Tif when he left me. That was about four years ago. A year later he gave her away without telling me! I still miss her.
Sorry, but this made me lol...probably because misery loves company!Chico is extremely picky about the litter box being clean. He'll sit next to it and cry until I clean it, if anything is in it. Always fun at 3:00 am. If he has to pee and poop, he'll pee first, then sit and cry next to it because the litter box is now dirty. I have to clean it before he'll finish going to the bathroom.
My cat brought in a mouse last night, it must have wandered into the cat enclosure. My Jack Russell Terrier went bananas! She smashed through the baby safety gate we have across the doorway in our bedroom and ran downstairs, luckily the mouse had hidden behind some furniture and my husband managed to put it outside because if my dog had caught it, it would have been gone in one gulp.