Thursday, May 11, 2006

Time to Stop Blogging for the Morning

I got one of those kitty condos yesterday. It's a huge, carpeted monstrosity that stands nearly six feet tall in the middle of my living room. Ginger, the calico, just loves it. But she just fell off the top level, bounced once on my recliner and fell into a brown paper bag I have setting next to my chair to catch pistachio shells. That must have gotten her adrenalin flowing, because once she fought her way out of the bag, she spent the next five minutes dashing around the apartment like the Tasmanian Devil. Time for me to break out the vacuum.

1 comment:

Cathy said...

In our household we refer to that as "psycho kitty syndrome" PKS for short....