(Look at you. Mama’s little angel. Well, don’t sleep too soundly, my friend, because sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes heavy objects get knocked off shelves. Sometimes bowling balls bounce downstairs, landing on one end of a coffee table and launching a bowl of fruit into a graceful arc onto an ironing board, causing an iron to slide onto a vacuum cleaner, sending it whirring and clattering straight for your tail. OK, that was a bit far-fetched, but I’m just saying, these things happen.)
I think puppy has nothing to worry about, Sharon H.
Holy crap! You can almost see the wheels in his head turning. And plotting. And relishing Fido’s inevitable demise. It ain’t gonna be pretty. 😁
Kitty wants to steal Fido’s blanket..
Fido is taking up valuable lap space.
Soon.
So need an Impending Doom tag.
Very much so. This will not end well based the look on kitty’s face. Talk about sibling rivalry, wonder if my brother looked like this after I was brought home from the hospital??
You survived to adulthood, so probably not
I’m not so sure. He was 5 years older than me and boy did he love to torment me. Favorite trick was when I had to go upstairs to let him know dinner was ready …. never knew where he might be hiding and then he’d jump out to scare the bejeebers out of me. I finally learned to go about 1/2 way up the stairs and yell “DINNER’S READY!!!!!” and run back down. Ahh, gotta love siblings.
Mine used to use me as batting practice with a hippity hop. Had that convenient handle for easy swinging.
My brother once woke me up at 5am on Christmas morning by throwing a stuffed leopard I had left in his room at my head. We weren’t even allowed to open anything except our stockings until my parents got up, and we weren’t allowed to wake them up before 7. That may or may not have been the year they found us both sleeping under the couch cushions because we were cold and didn’t want to go find blankets.
We each had a leopard. I now have both of them.
I so hope that your parents have pictures of you two huddled in the couch like little hobos
Not that I’m aware of.
I did just this weekend come across a couple pictures of us sitting in front of the fireplace. Can’t tell if it’s Christmas or not, but it must be winter. We are in footie pajamas; his are red and mine look white but are probably pink (the picture is a bit overexposed; my neck looks almost as white as my PJs). No date on it but I’d guess I was around three and he’s two years older.
I was the youngest of 6 kids, with a 5 year age difference between me and my next oldest siblings (twins). My twin brother–the brother who was a twin–used to torment me constantly. If he’d look at me I’d cry because I ‘knew’ he was going to do something.Granted, I was the spoiled baby Many years later, he did apologize to me. Each of us was teased & tormented by the next oldest child and he didn’t have anyone else to pick on. He still is a tease, but is now the most loving person you could meet. Love you, Stan!
How right you are! Added!
“Mama’s little angel”. You can just hear the scorn! That look on cat’s face…like he is trying mightily to summon up the power of telekinesis.