Thursday, September 16, 2010
I Have Nothing Better To Do
When he bolts out the kitchen door, and the children are already at school, I refuse to chase him all over our yard. He is single-minded and slippery, and he hunkers down in the big shrubs, so I know my efforts would be futile.
But, when I hear him crying... crying from somewhere out there, of course I drop everything and search for him.
This sounds familiar...
Refusing my offer to grab him down, Ferris begins to chew the limbs supporting him. He will bite his way down.
Ferris calmly rethinks his first plan.
He gives kitty kisses. Have I mentioned this? He grabs cheeks and nuzzles affectionately. He purrs vigorously. And. He gets stuck in trees. Lucky for him I have nothing better to do than rescue him. I do it for the kisses.