You know that story about the family that locked themselves in the bathroom when the cat went crazy and started attacking them? They called 911 to get help. This is the story here: crazy kitty! Now, to my story: Sherlock is not 22 pounds, but he's a pretty big kitty cat. He and I have never had a problem ever. I went to watch my pretty Penny while her parents ran up to Ogden and back. I had to go to the potty, so I put Penny in her play saucer and ran in the bathroom. I kept all of the doors open on the way, so I could hear her. First the dog Ozzy came in and wanted attention (while I sat there) and I rubbed his little ears and gave him a little pat. Then Sherlock came in, I rubbed his head and petted him, he rubbed up against me. Now, I always thought that was a sign of affection, I may be wrong. I finished my business and washed my hands and walked out. The sound of the toilet flushing was still in the air...
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother