Timmy has become excruciatingly curious about who's in the bathroom. He's gotten glimpses of Glenwood, but it's torture for him when I'm with her and he's outside. TORTURE. And he makes sure I know it, with his endless king-size meows.
As for me, I'm guilty about whichever cat I'm not with and look forward to opening my bathroom door for the meet-and-greet.
2 comments:
What a handsome little man
Little? No one has ever called Timmy little except you!
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