I hope they can’t see me…

As some of you know, Tigg has been pissing all over my furniture. Or “wetting” as Shirley the Cat Lady so couthly put it. I gave her a week to take the antibiotic that the vet prescribed and let her chill in the bathroom. Unfortunately (depending on how you look at it), she decided to wet on my bed this morning, her second day out of solitary. So…back to Shirley’s she went. Graciously, I was offered another cat in exchange – good thing I kept the receipt.

Therefore, I give you Clyde. He is enormous and only seven months old. Apparently, though, he doesn’t realize he’s the epitome of feline studliness because he’s been hiding since three o’clock today. “Hiding,” that is. Oh, Clyde…