Saturday, November 20, 2010

reminding myself why

Rocky very nearly met his maker - by my hand, this morning.  I had just finished cleaning the kitchen floor.  I was in the bathroom giving it a scrub, when I heard a thud.  I didn't think too much of it, figured Rocky had jumped down off a chair or something.  About 5 minutes later I walked back to the kitchen to discover That Cat had knocked over a big basket of potted plants.  There was soil everywhere -- most of it had been spread around the kitchen floor as he chased clumps of dirt and dragged plants around the floor.  While I was cleaning up the mess, That Cat inexplicably disappeared from the catastrophic area.

I tried hard to think of reasons not to kill him.  Couldn't think of a one at the time....

This afternoon I thought of one.  I took these photos to remind me that he isn't a devil all the time.  He does bring great joy to Girl.

The groovy girl tent.

You know where this is going, right?

And finally, my personal favourite....

1 comment:

  1. Looks like Rocky might have redeemed hiimself a little bit.