When Finnegan pisses off his best bud Charlie Chow Mein, he gets flipped over and sat on. That cat don’t take crap from anybody be it human or dog. That’s me. Wicked Irish temper.
Then there’s the underdog. Poor guy just wanted to play. Granted, body slamming the cat while he was trying to jump on a chair was a bad way to say, “Hey dude, lets play tag or something!” Now he is paying for it with the weight of the world on his shoulders… Err tummy. He is stuck and helpless. And never learns. Tomorrow he will piss the cat off again.
Then later Charlie will go up to him and nudge his chin with his head. Asking for a doggie face wash. And tonight they will snuggle close and snore almost in tandem.
If only life (and forgiveness) were that simple for us humans.
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so cute.