... it's hard work, getting the door shut hard, so it's usually a soft close. The kind of close a slender, stealthy paw can slip through. Followed by a firm little shoulder, and then the rest of Ping.
Mr Brown & I joke that the bathroom is the most dangerous room in the house and Ping is just making sure we're safe, that we don't fall down the loo.
Anyway, yesterday I was in there, scrubbing said loo, and Ping was keeping me company. I'd popped her up onto the sink top, so she was out of the way. She sat up there, chirruping away, until she went quiet.
I turned around and saw her, rubbing her little face all over my make-up brushes. Nibbling on the blusher brush, giving a shadow brush a bit of a chew.
So, yes, I washed them, all of them. I love the Ping, I don't mind a bit of a lick on the hand or the end of my nose, but I don't want to be smoothing cat spit onto my eyelids each morning.
But then Mr Brown said ... "do you suppose she does that when we aren't at home?"
Monday, March 16
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I think my dog smokes cigars and raids the liquor locker when we're out. Probably invites cats over, too. Check Ping's breath.
Cookie, I'm pretty sure the girls surf the interwebs and make long-distance telephone calls - and it can't be ME drinking all that rum!
Yes, she does that while you're not home. You have cat spit all over you every day and don't even know it. It's a battle you have already lost, I'm afraid.
LOL!!!!
Boggles the imagination!
E - I knew about the hair, the cat hair being all over everything but the spit! *sighs* at least the spit is administered with a cute little pink, rosepetal tongue!
Lee - I did boggle for a bit, 'tis true.
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