You know I have a love-hate relationship with our cat, Elvis.
It all started when "Santa" surprised us on Christmas morning a couple of years ago...only Santa didn't realize I grew up in a family of cat haters.
With that being said, I hope you will read the following experience with the knowledge that I am not going to turn this into a cat-lady blog.
But, I just have to share.
The other day the kids were in the front yard weeding. It was a cool morning, so the windows were open. I could hear them
Apparently, Elvis could hear them too--because he kept going to the front door and meowing like crazy.
Now, Elvis is an indoor cat. I know this seems like a crime against nature..but so does me owning a cat...so whatev.
No wars or rumors of wars followed the opening of the door--so I assumed it was one of the kids trying to pull the old 'sneak in and hide from work' trick.
I walked to the front door and noticed it was ajar. Not a child was in sight.
I also noticed the meowing had stopped.
I walked out onto the porch and said, "Elvis?"
He came skulking around the corner and ran in the house.
At first I thought one of the kids were playing a trick on me, but nope, they were still arguing over who had pulled more weeds.
Are you kidding me?
This explains a lot of things the kids have been blamed for...like leaving doors open, letting Elvis out of his room, and drinking all of my diet coke..{okay so that last one was all me}.
So, what's the best stupid pet
trick you've ever witnessed?




