So That Woman and I made up a little over the weekend. I had even started calling her The Mom again (which is a step up from That Woman, I think). However, last night, she got out of the chair and I could hear the blankies crackling with static against her jammies. She usually touches something else before she touches any of us. But this time? No. She touched my paw and there was a huge spark and I got mad and ran into the kitchen. She followed me and tried to apologize, but I wasn't having it. It's not my fault that I had dangle-y-paw syndrome going and that I'm just irresistibly cute. Don't shock me!
So this morning, she poured some kefir in a mug and when she turned around to put the bottle back in the fridge, I licked it. And licked it. And licked it until she turned around and noticed what I was doing. Take that, That Woman! heh heh By the way, kefir is pretty tasty.
So Momma hasn't totally been neglecting us. She ordered us our very own Christmas cards to send to our friends. They showed up on Saturday. If anyone would like one, please e-mail your snail mail address to thefurrykids AT gmail DOT com