Friday, April 17, 2009

I'm all right, Jack

It's a tough life being a cat in this house. Poor Jack spends all day tearing my scrap paper into confetti, and then he's so exhausted he flakes out on his own, comfy futon.

Or on my chair.

Or in the laundry basket, which he's also worked hard to destroy.

Work hard, play hard.

1 comment:

  1. Yeah, it's so tough. Merlin is flaked out in the cupboard under the sink at this very moment.

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