Me and the Very Bad Purrby.
I caught the Purrbs today high up in the closet. He also knocked over the supposedly spill proof self feeding dish. He chewed the paper off the steak I bought for dinner. He uses the fig tree for a scratching post. He escaped outside the other day and I spent twenty minutes in the snow chasing him around the yard. Purrby has more youth and energy than I do. I’m surprised I didn’t have a heart attack.
But… Purrby is quite the sweet looker. I can’t stay mad at him for long.
Even though I wish he’d figure out that I don’t want him on my countertops.