So, long ago when I had the summer kitchen, I taped some boxes together to be ‘shelves’ for various appliances. On Saturday when we cleaned out the entryway, Lloyd brought the boxes inside. Emme found them, and Wally hopped in beside her. Hooray! A perfect opportunity to do the elusive Cat Sibling Size Check! (I tried once before, remember?)
Yep. Wally is a little taller.
Yep. Wally has a little more volume.
Let’s try it with Ralph. Don’t look so mad, Emme. This is for science! “But I hate him with a firey hatred…” (Emme is slightly Southern.)
Yep. Ralph has more volume.
“Why you hate me, Emme?” (Remember, Ralph has a Russian accent.)
“Let’s just get this over with.”
“Ralph tall.” “We know.”
Deborah says
That’s pretty funny.
Lloyd says
You should stand them up on their tippy-toes ans see which one bites you first.
Brad says
Dang it! I’ve been waking up freaky early the last few days. I have been reading your posts, but not commenting, thinking I’ll do it in an hour or so. Then I get on Xbox or watch TV or go out to the garden, and I don’t come back until everyone is all done commenting.
Brad says
Did you just put them in the boxes and they stayed there? Gus doesn’t do that.
Lauren says
My cats are very, very stupid.