Thursday, March 17, 2011

The Cat Whisperer

You've heard of the horse whisperer and the dog whisperer. I think we have a cat whisperer in the house. That's what I'm calling Frank, because he has made the most progress with Francine.

If I go near her, she goes all Penelope on me and runs away. All she needs is the paint splash down her back.

(Penelope, the frightened paramour of Pepe le Pew)

Frank can pick her up, brush her, cuddle her briefly, and feed her cat treats.

I call that progress.

1 comment:

Green Girl in Wisconsin said...

You'll have that cat doing dishes before summer at this rate!