Wait a second ...
Let me back up just a bit.
Nearly 3 years ago ... my husband thought it would be a brillant idea to take our middle daughter, Harleigh, (AKA: the animal lover-would rescue every stray she saw if Mommy allowed it-wants to be a vet when she grows up-pretty sure she can truely talk to the animals) to the Humaine Society to "look" at the animals.
You can see where I am going with this ... right?!?!?
Needless to say ... Harleigh convinced Clint that we needed a cat in our house ...
So 30 minutes later ...
Daddy and Harleigh come walking into our house with this big ball of fur wrapped up in a blanket.
He is such a sucker ...
This is how IzzaBell became a member of the Moore family.
Let's just say ... that Lucy (our dog) became a member of our family the same way ... except Clint thought it would be a brillant idea if he took the kids into a pet store "to look around".
He is such a sucker ...
So ... for the past 3 years IzzaBell has walked around our house thinking that she is better than us ... while flashing us looks like "When are you gonna feed me again?" "I could walk out of here at any given moment if I wanted to." "I will cut you." Basically ... she is a bitch. Plain and simple.
With that being said ... Clint and I like to "narrate" what we KNOW she is mumbling to us under her breathe when she "blesses" us with her presence.
I know ...
We are lame ... and boring ... and old.
Anyways ...
I decided to start to share with you our "Cat Chronicles" from the bitch herself when she is at her finest.
One little click ... and you just made me that much happier. Although ... a bottle of wine would make me even more happier ... I have learned that blogging and wine do not go hand in hand.
Oh I see you also have one of THOSE cats! I thought we were the only ones. Ours was also a rescue cat that thinks she runs the place now.
ReplyDeleteWithout saying a word she can be very demanding.