Note: this is not an attempt to replace, mourn, or otherwise cope with the loss of C&J. I would never claim to be as witty and charming as our dear BiPM.
But a day without pooties is a day without sunshine, so without further ado:
My boys:
Archie the Staffordshire Terror is totally bullied by Griffin Cat. As you can see, he doesn't even get half the bed. While my neighbors cross the street nervous about passing a dreaded pit bull, Archie flees from the cat's nonsense.
And with good reason. Griffin leaps at Archie, biting him on the butt totally unprovoked. He'll poke his head into Archie's food dish, claiming a vig, or percentage of Archie's income. Archie will walk innocently through the house, wagging his tail happily, while Griffin leaps and bats at his tail.
The indignity!
Cats are supposed to be sooo cool and dignified. Not Griff. He thinks he's mostly dog, anyway. He chews on everything! Shoes, the bike rack, bike parts (including pedals, kickstand, handlebars, brakes...), plastic bags, my cell phone, knitting needles, you get the picture. Anything he can get his teeth on. He's even chewed on Archie's nails!
We're off to Vermont for the holiday weekend. What's your family up to?