Petfalls
Husband and I are amusing ourselves, when there's a tappity tap tap tap on the bedroom window.
We freeze and wonder whether it's some deranged, unsolicited window-cleaner.
Only to realise it's the bloody cat. He's scratching himself and somehow managing to tap his claw on the glass repeatedly.
Cattus interruptus ... again.
2 comments:
Didn't you say this wasn't a sex-blog? Lol
Ahem.
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