[Note: Claire's cat Channy, a big white poof-ball of a ragdoll, is staying here for the week while Claire is in Newfoundland.]
Shokes: Did you know that Channy is sometimes scared to go in the litter box?
Aaron: No, I didn't.
Shokes: Yeah, she'll sometimes just stand there staring into it for a minute to make sure its empty. Then she'll go in.
Aaron: I wonder how that [fear] developed.
Shokes: Houdini. She's jumped Channy a few times while in the litter box. That's one of the rules she never learned not to break.
Shokes: Did you know that Channy is sometimes scared to go in the litter box?
Aaron: No, I didn't.
Shokes: Yeah, she'll sometimes just stand there staring into it for a minute to make sure its empty. Then she'll go in.
Aaron: I wonder how that [fear] developed.
Shokes: Houdini. She's jumped Channy a few times while in the litter box. That's one of the rules she never learned not to break.
See, Malcoln usually waits until after Madelaine has emerged from pooping to assault her. So I guess he's slightly better. I'll trade you him for Channy, though.
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Ian |
Sunday, August 22, 2004 2:30:00 p.m.