Monday, June 15, 2009

Monday evening, watching Jamie taunt the cat

He has one of the crinkly cat balls in his hand, and he's crinkling it like mad, which is driving poor Angus absolutely batty, as he's convinced any minute now, Jamie will throw the ball for him, but no, instead, he just keeps rustling it.


Susan said...

That post was all one sentence, I noticed, and its length made it very nearly a peer of some sentences from centuries gone by, when writers seemed to juggle independent and dependent clauses and their connecting words like circus clowns do their bottles and balls.

JustApril said...

Angus is getting payback from all his former naughtiness.