Thursday, March 18, 2010
Thursday is Hurl's Day
One day last week, That Woman was getting ready to leave. She was all dressed and ready to go. She opened the door to let those delicious, pink ears outside and I ran out, my cape flowing behind me. I ran to the middle of the back yard. Mwahahaha... She had to follow me - through all the "deposits" that those delicious, pink ears left out there for the last several weeks. She grabbed me. I began to flail and ended up wiping my paws all over her shirt. Mwahahahaha... She carried me inside and then managed to get a whiff of her shirt. Let's just say that it wasn't mud. Mwahahaha... She had to change. She also tried to clean my feet, but, well, we all know how that worked out for her: Scratch City. I wasn't all that happy to have poo on my feets, but I made sure that those delicious, pink ears were punished. Why can't he just use a litterbox like everyone else?