Writer's Block: Woof, Squeak, Meow, Hiss
This actually happened this morning:
You see, my sweet, old Baby cat is somewhat blind. Or so we think. And this morning probably proves it.
Baby has a habit of darting randomly and random occasions. This morning, she decides to dart out of my room down the stairs. And my door is partly open. Well, instead of running out the door, Baby runs INTO the door.
After hitting the door with her head, she turns towards me and meows angrily, as if "Why is this damn door here!"
I do not have a picture of Baby, but she is an old, white she-cat with black spots and a black tail with green eyes.
You see, my sweet, old Baby cat is somewhat blind. Or so we think. And this morning probably proves it.
Baby has a habit of darting randomly and random occasions. This morning, she decides to dart out of my room down the stairs. And my door is partly open. Well, instead of running out the door, Baby runs INTO the door.
After hitting the door with her head, she turns towards me and meows angrily, as if "Why is this damn door here!"
I do not have a picture of Baby, but she is an old, white she-cat with black spots and a black tail with green eyes.