It was a gorgeous afternoon. I had thrown our sheets into the washer before church and wanted to hang them up outside on the sheet-drying contraption. I was like a crazy person – checking on them every fifteen minutes, fiddling with them, smelling the fabulous smell that only laundry dried in the fresh breeze can get. After a while, Snickers, the outside cat that I feed, came over and actually sat by me! (Take that, Mr. “That cat won’t even let you pet it” Royuk. It was a cutting remark Brad made during the summer. *sniff*) Anyway, I petted the cat, enjoyed the sunshine, then went inside to get something from upstairs. Looking out the window – that dnag cat was spraying my laundry!!!! Arrrggghh!!! Rewash. Dry inside.
To add to the naughty cat list, Cricket found out where I hid the cat food bag.
Whoever would have thought that Pfennig is my favorite?