Whiskers is under the impression that there is nothing in the back yard but a swirling blur of white and green. She will sit and watch out “the window” for hours. Since there doesn’t seem to be anything going on back there, she is content to stay in the house.
Little does she know that right outside “the window” she is supposedly looking out of, are birds. Lots and lots of them and they’re all slow and sluggish because we feed them well. They are so slow and sluggish we’ve had to teach Topper not to pounce on them. He thinks he’s playing with them, but ends up stunning them so that the terriers, who have vastly more sinister culinary plans for them, can move in for the kill.
But Whiskers is oblivious to all of this. She sits and stares out into the fog waiting for…something only the feline brain can fathom.
In the meantime, enjoy some gratuitous puppy photos:
5 comments:
Oh, boy, they is starting to look like doggies!
They're starting to sound like doggies, too. Abby barked for the first time this morning and scared herself (They look and sound like doggies, but think like Topper...).
"Abby barked for the first time this morning and scared herself (They look and sound like doggies, but think like Topper...)."
HAHAHAHA!
Topper Get Down has about as poor a reputation as Figaro for smarts.
i love your photos. puppies are like babies, they are so cute you want to have a dozen of them . then they grow up and you find out how expensive they are .
Just like kids, Mr. Haney, just like kids. (sigh)
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