Thursday Purrsday—Not!

Poor Sparky has come to the horrible realization that his mother would rather sit in water than let him into the house. In water! And even when he does his most pathetic kitten-in-the-snow meow.

In my defense, I would like to say that—item the first—the bathroom window was open, and he uses that with perfect ease when I’m not available for door service, and —item the second—there is no snow, just a bit of lingering fog.

Sparky has warned me that these will not be considered mitigating circumstances in any court of claw.