After my younger sister moved in she acquired a young male cat. His name is Jules (a 4th name, my preferred name for him being his 3rd name, Jacks) and he is roughly a bit over a year old. His age aside, this baby is a full grown kitten.
One morning after lying in bed trying to put the sounds of the three stampeding cats out of my mind the dog jumped squarely onto the middle of our bed. My husband and I gave up trying to sleep at that point and while we were scratching behind the dog's ears the cat herd stampeded back into our room. Jacks, uncoordinated and wild eyed flailed as he ran in.
The dog turned, looked over the edge of the bed, smiled (yes, smiled) and suddenly leaped with great enthusiasm into the middle of stampede. Cats flew in every direction and Jacks, legs akimbo, landed wildly on the bed. There was a grin on his face and a look in his eyes that made me think he had been in league with the dog the whole time.
Tuesday, November 30, 2010
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