It's just his water dish. He slaps at the water, which is why we had to put it in a box. He was getting the floor all wet. I don't think he even knows why he's doing it.
Aw, Kim, that's so sad. The Blonde One told me about George. He must have been so cool. I can't spike water yet, but maybe someday I'll learn. I wish George could teach me. I know you must miss him. I'm sure he loved you bunches.
I am a Snowshoe Siamese, who would really like to blog more often. I enjoy long, quiet evenings by the fire, and really good catnip. They call me Toby, but really, my secret cat name is Zorbanorf, slayer of flies.
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Cute! What is it?
It's just his water dish. He slaps at the water, which is why we had to put it in a box. He was getting the floor all wet. I don't think he even knows why he's doing it.
At least, he's not telling us why.
I have my reasons...
>^..^<
Yeah, well, you're goofy!
Oh, Jen.
Sniff.
that reminds me of George.
Sniff.
Does Toby gather it up in his paw, toss it in the air and spike it?
George used to do that. I really miss him; even the mess. . .
Aw, Kim, that's so sad. The Blonde One told me about George. He must have been so cool. I can't spike water yet, but maybe someday I'll learn. I wish George could teach me. I know you must miss him. I'm sure he loved you bunches.
(((purrs and hugs)))
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