teh kitties
For those of you how don't know me all that well, or haven't been around to hear me ramble about my babies, I have three cats: Sam, Pippin (a Siamese mix), and "The Baby", i.e. Merry. Merry is six months old and a complete mess. Sam is the oldest and will eat anything, especially Doritos. Pippin is fat and the diva of the house.
Lately Sam has gotten this intense desire to see the great outdoors, so he's constantly bolting out the front door whenever someone attempts to go out. And when the door is not open, he sits and yowls obnoxiously until Justin throws a shoe at him. It's gotten to the point now where he'll run out the door, be gone from anywhere from twenty minutes to several hours, then meow at the front door to be let in, after which he slinks back into the house like nothing happened. Usually within an hour or so he's back at it again.
It's sad that my cat is training me, but that's just how fucking smart he really is even though this is the same cat that chews on my boots, but STILL.
Lately Sam has gotten this intense desire to see the great outdoors, so he's constantly bolting out the front door whenever someone attempts to go out. And when the door is not open, he sits and yowls obnoxiously until Justin throws a shoe at him. It's gotten to the point now where he'll run out the door, be gone from anywhere from twenty minutes to several hours, then meow at the front door to be let in, after which he slinks back into the house like nothing happened. Usually within an hour or so he's back at it again.
It's sad that my cat is training me, but that's just how fucking smart he really is even though this is the same cat that chews on my boots, but STILL.