His sister wasn’t ready to eat breakfast, but Charlie wasn’t alone. His furry pal kept him company as he devoured Cheerios, strawberries, and mango.
It’s moments like these that allow me to forgive and forget the bag of oats that he tore open and spread all over the kitchen floor last night. Or the moment he leapt upon my head and clawed my forehead, not understanding the meaning of 1:37 AM. Or the scarf he stole from Elysha’s closet, brought downstairs, and attempted to pull through the cat door and into the basement, where he undoubtedly has a hidden storehouse of other pilfered items.
He’s a bad kitty, and there are moments when he makes us crazy. After living with children for almost nine years, Elysha had to childproof her first cabinet yesterday just to keep him out.
He can make life difficult at times. But he’s pretty great, too.
