If you don’t know, we have two cats. I don’t talk about it much because only crazy people have cats. They are older than the hills and spend the majority of their day sleeping. Mista can barely make the jump to the bed and Toby is deaf. "TOBY!!"
After the flood, the cats lived bachelorette pad-style while we rocked the Hyatt House Dylan McKay-style. Unfortunately, the cats couldn’t live much longer alone in the house while under construction, so we brought them over to Emeryville when we moved to the apartment.
In an effort to minimize the adjustment period after the terrifying move, I bought them wet food as a treat. Marco feeds it to them daily and they’re honestly like kittens again. He also terrorizes them like a 4-year old boy.
And… they’re starting to like it. Jeff says that Toby has Stockholm Syndrome.
Poor thing.
1 comment:
he's a little young to start smoking. i was 9 before i started.
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