Thursday 20 September 2012

Why Can't We be Friends?

Lois loves sitting in people's purses 
Adorable
Not friends
I had a dream. I always thought that if I had two cats they would be best friends. They would play together, sleep together, eat together. And then Ross and Lois entered our lives and that dream was burned at the stake. Lois hates Ross. He tries to play with her; he'll jump on her and bat at her with his paw only to be greeted with a WHACK! of her paw and a hiss that says "IMA KILL YOU!" So I've come to grips with it. Some dreams you just have to let die.

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