Sunday, 22 March 2009
Amber was lying on her tummy watching a movie on the sofa, when Sweeps thought that her feet looked good for a game. She tends to chase anything that moves, and was sleeping on the back of the sofa. Amber was waving her feet and Sweeps swiped at them - after a lot of tears, a threat of "I hate that cat, she can sleep in my cubby from now on!" and a hobble into the office. Amber showed me this:Amber was on the phone with Gramma, telling her about her "poor foot".