At any rate, there I was the other night, staring at the door nob to the master bedroom willing it turn. I was about as successful as a plumber without a wrench. I had napped for awhile in the warm area, getting my toes toasty and then I wandered up. Georgia and Gemini were milling about, confused, as per their usual.
What had happened?
Georgia had walked on the male and fallen into him one to many time the night before. Rather than talk to her and explain to her the issue, like all good red blooded humans should do, he closed the door. I find that door closing as rude as a French maitre’d in New York. And as pompous.
I have high hopes that now that the male has had a decent night’s sleep, he will be a little more amenable to having us walk on him again–without falls. Perhaps my standards are too high. I mean this is an expectation of him and I try to have none…
At any rate, it’s Feature Friday. Most intriguing comment gets to be my Sunday Guest Star!