This is George, the Greenhouse Cat. This morning George is INSIDE. And is equally disgusted with me that I can not let him OUT. It is about the same disgust he exhibited yesterday when he wanted me to let him IN. We know this about cats. And I love George. My thighs, in my running tights, were somewhat relieved his claws were being sharpened on the OTHER side of this door.
This is George the Greenhouse cat. He is grumpy, perhaps incensed, as he recognizes once again...
This is George the Greenhouse cat. He is grumpy, perhaps incensed, as he recognizes once again, my inability to open the damn locked door for him. His ticket to coolness, water and breakfast. This morning he digs his claws into my thigh. A love tap no doubt. I discover running tights are no barrier to his 'affection'. My response, immediate and vocal, made it very clear that I was a lost cause in George's attempt to persuade me.