Upon walking into my parents' house and spotting Owen on the dining room table.
Me: "Owen, get off that table!"
Owen: *calmly walks off the dining room table and onto the dry sink*
Me: "Well, at least he can follow directions."
Me: "Owen, get off that table!"
Owen: *calmly walks off the dining room table and onto the dry sink*
Me: "Well, at least he can follow directions."
Yep. Been there.
Date: 2007-01-02 09:37 pm (UTC)Re: Yep. Been there.
Date: 2007-01-02 09:40 pm (UTC)Re: Yep. Been there.
Date: 2007-01-02 09:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 10:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 10:53 pm (UTC)I fully expect to come home soon to find they've staged a coup.
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Date: 2007-01-02 11:54 pm (UTC)Case in point: I was in the living room the other day and saw him, in the reflection of the bay window, standing on the kitchen table. When I yelled at him, BY NAME, to get the hell off the table, he looked up and had this "that's my name, and I know I'm doing something I'm not supposed to be doing, but she can't be talking to me because she can't SEE me" look on his face that just about killed me. Because evidently a 6 month old cat doesn't get the whole "see you even though I'm turned the other direction" thing.
Who knew?
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Date: 2007-01-03 05:28 am (UTC)Your story is similar to what happens with my cat:
Me: Speckle! Get off the table!
Speck: *looks at me* MEEE-OOOOWWWW! *jumps off table*
Me: Ok then, little Miss Attitude!
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Date: 2007-01-04 12:22 am (UTC)