Mousers
What are these two up to? They're probably just messing with my brain... something Lester (the little guy) particularly enjoys. He likes to sit outside the bathroom door and cry. And cry. And yowl. Finally, unable to take it anymore, I climb out of the tub to let him in. And he sits there. Just sits there. Now that he can come in, well, you see, he's just not all that sure he really wants to. I close the door. The yowling begins. Open it... and Lester shoots off like "striped lightning" down the hall. Lather, rinse repeat. So the other morning when Lester and Fannie became preoccupied with something under the stove, I initially chalked it up to cat shenanigans. Then I began to wonder... there isn't really something under there, is there? Surely nothing more than a fur forest and maybe a grape? Then on Saturday, Fannie continued the beneath-the-stove obsession. Fortunately, Michael had not yet left for Hawaii , so I asked him to pull the stove out to check for...