I’m sure you’ve told this story before, but how did you come to live with The Woman and The Man? Thanks.
Long story short, I was kind of a rescue. When I was a tiny kitten I lived with friends of the Younger Human who couldn’t afford me, so he brought me home to live with the Man and the Woman. Long story properly told…read my book BITE ME. Heh. See what I did there? MARKETING OPPORTUNITY.
It really is a lovely story and totally worth getting.
Max, we kitties live wife woofers. One woofy is big chicken! He is scairt of us kitties! He is bug fat woofy but he will not come close to any kitteh, not even the tiny outside kitten (not ours, we fink is neybors but we is not sure)
We don’t has qwestion we just wants to share. Is funny that big woofy is scairt of tiny kitten.
Hahahaha I love it when great big dogs are afraid of tiny little things. He probably thinks you’re a cootie and are going to bite him and turn him into a vampire or something.
When I lived with Hank the Dog, he wasn’t afraid of me or other small animals, but kites sent him into a panic, He’d stand in the back yard and bark his damned head off, even though not one time did a kite come down and eat him. He barked at airplanes, too, but he gets a pass on that because if one came down, it would be really bad news.
The Woman is off watching That Damned Dog Butters and his little sister Lady, so I don’t have access to my email and I forgot to make her check it before she left, so if you emailed a question (email@example.com in case you need it)(but for questions not to sell me krap or ask me to hawk your stuff on my blog) it won’t get answered until next week. I thought about texting her, but she took her phone, too. I might be able to get to her on Facebook, but it’s starting to sound like work, and I have a nap to take.
I’d ask the Man to help, but I don’t think he knows the password. Plus…nap.
Have a magnificent week, y’all!