Sooooooooooo…… the other night I was getting ready for bed.
In the bathroom, I took off my clothes, put on my jammies, then …… brushed my teeth. (Not really. I was peeing.)
While ‘brushing my teeth’, SOMEbody decided to curl up in my discarded, tragically unhip jeans.
He squeezed his chunky little body all the way down the leg, getting stuck when his belleh met the knee of my bootcut.
Of course, I mocked him mightily and took him in the bedroom to show Lloyd.
And to document his humiliation.
You’re welcome, Ralph.
Peggy says
HAHA!! That is hilarious & oh so cute! I think the next time you go to the vet, you should take him in like this.
Brad says
That’s the same thing I thought! The jeans leg is an inescapable prison. You could clip nails or go to the vet or whatever. No way out.
But you’d have to get him in there first…
Curt says
That is hilarious!! Good opportunity to torture (tease) him. (i wanted to strike through torture but I couldn’t find the less than/greater than signs on my phone.)