LOL!
The little dog under the blanket has his 'sad trance stare' on. Misty could do a good one of those, and usually did whenever I had visitors round. They would ask "Is she okay??" I'd say "Yes, she's fine." They wouldn't believe me. "Maybe she's not well...?" they would say; or "Is she dying?"
The unspoken part of the dialogue between Misty and me went rather like this:
"I am willing to endure this situation of gas-bagging humans, but the larger part of my consciousness has now transported itself to another dimension. Let me know when they go home or fall unconscious from lack of oxygen....and I'll be right there!"
As soon as they had gone she would leap up and say "Okay let's go out now! Where's that frisbee?"
Poor little cat who didn't get any presents on the special red cloth (although it does look as if he has just eaten a treat there. -Crumb evidence...)
The little dog under the blanket has his 'sad trance stare' on. Misty could do a good one of those, and usually did whenever I had visitors round. They would ask "Is she okay??" I'd say "Yes, she's fine." They wouldn't believe me. "Maybe she's not well...?" they would say; or "Is she dying?"
The unspoken part of the dialogue between Misty and me went rather like this:
"I am willing to endure this situation of gas-bagging humans, but the larger part of my consciousness has now transported itself to another dimension. Let me know when they go home or fall unconscious from lack of oxygen....and I'll be right there!"
As soon as they had gone she would leap up and say "Okay let's go out now! Where's that frisbee?"
Poor little cat who didn't get any presents on the special red cloth (although it does look as if he has just eaten a treat there. -Crumb evidence...)
