8 avr. 10, 08h03
Lu 532 fois |
We had a few small thunderstorms roll through town today. Dickens, not
surprisingly, does not do well with thunder. I held him for part of the
work day, and held him tight during our after-work nap, when it got
kind of loud. I could see on the weather channel that everything had
really moved through by the time I fired up the movie, so I left him on
his own during my intensive cardio.So, they didn't all roll
through, apparently. As I watched the kids on the sofa over the movie,
I noticed that Dickens kept crawling up to sit right on top of Ginger.
Ginger was not thrilled about this. I watched her move--slowly,
politely--out from under her new snuggie several times. Each time she
repositioned herself, Dickens would be right there curling up on top of
her. It was just like that Warner Bros. kitten that used to nestle into
the wrinkled skin of the bulldog--only without the kneading,
thankfully. (Even Ginger's Damn Cat never tortured her like that.)After
several moves, Ginger...