I half-woke and started to roll over, which seemed to trigger Mitty, standing right next to me--he horked on the sheets, the blanket and the books leaning against the bed.
Walking downstairs with an armload of bedclothes, I barely avoided stepping in a pile of cat doots in their customary place in front of the laundry room door.
He's not a cat, he's an obstacle course!
Walking downstairs with an armload of bedclothes, I barely avoided stepping in a pile of cat doots in their customary place in front of the laundry room door.
He's not a cat, he's an obstacle course!