You know how it goes. Dogs have masters, cats have staff. Caesar definitely has my husband right where he wants him.
I finished the page!
There are many, many methods of concealment. Caesar doesn’t know any of them.
Even the dog – Sparky, a Jack Russell with more bounce to the ounce – lets him have the heater.
My warm spot
And Titch? She is the cat who walks by herself (Rudyard Kipling). But humans are occasionally useful…
Move, and I bite other one.
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Caesar reminds me of my Chloe, trying to “hide” at the vet’s office – I was standing, she was on the floor, and she dove halfway between my legs and stopped with her back to the tech, who laughed, “If I can’t see her, she can’t see me!”
That sounds so like her!