I'd tell veterinary offices to avoid placing 20-pound cats in the lobby. A cat lounging in the lobby is just an invitation for my children to come touch him despite you telling us "be careful -- he's a little
and p.s. - do define "a little naughty" for me because I certainly wasn't picturing a bobcat-type growl, followed by a paw swipe, finished off with hissing and teeth baring.
But typically, no one asks me, so I'll just leave the comments here on my blog for myself to enjoy.
As far as other news from this week, 16 month-old Andi surprised me with a few comments.
"Here you go," she said as she handed me a button. I thanked her and she responded "welcome!"
She brought me a book "Look! Book!"
And tonight when she dropped the filling of her oreo on the floor and Mocha tried to eat it, she began swatting Mocha -- who we all, including Andi, know to be a biter -- and yelled "No! No! No!"
After shooing Mocha away, Andi looked at me and said, "Dumb Caca."
I'm not making that up.