Yesterday's Condo
Every morning, we have a routine. The first thing that happens (besides my putting my contacts in) is that there's the obligatory test-feed-shoot. I shower and usually it's about time for the next installment of breakfast after which, Gizmo demonstrates his prowess with his "scratching (post) for treats." Gabby usually ignores all of this and instead, takes a bath. This morning, I needed to get more treats. As soon as the bag opened, there's Gabby at my feet with the most pathetic, "Me, too!" face you could possibly imagine. She inhaled the treats and promptly disappeared.
Every morning, we have a routine. The first thing that happens (besides my putting my contacts in) is that there's the obligatory test-feed-shoot. I shower and usually it's about time for the next installment of breakfast after which, Gizmo demonstrates his prowess with his "scratching (post) for treats." Gabby usually ignores all of this and instead, takes a bath. This morning, I needed to get more treats. As soon as the bag opened, there's Gabby at my feet with the most pathetic, "Me, too!" face you could possibly imagine. She inhaled the treats and promptly disappeared.