I Don't Think I Want To Know
I sometimes wonder what George does all day when I'm at work. I suspect she does a lot of napping in her kitty condo. But, sometimes, I find things rearranged when I get home.
I swear there weren't two feather on a stick toys in my bed this morning and George tried to play innocent when I asked her about them. What is going on in there? Yikes.
I swear there weren't two feather on a stick toys in my bed this morning and George tried to play innocent when I asked her about them. What is going on in there? Yikes.