That cat is toast! Hey don’t blame me. Would I put my beloved cat in a toaster… well, sometimes I feel like it with Frankie as he is SO naughty. Disclaimer before I get mail: I do NOT in any way condone this behavior. And the toaster is not plugged in.
I know, as usual, I am behind on responding to my followers and commenting on your posts. The days and weeks are not long enough for everything I do. I get up early and go to bed late. My days are full. I need an unpaid assistant!
Frankie has gone berserk lately. He lives in different areas of the house for about a month at a time. On the toilet tank. In a box by the front door. On the window sill. On a chair in the living room. Then he moves on to the next place. He craves having me pick him up to cuddle. Then he jumps out of my arms to wherever his current residence may be. I have no idea what is going on!
Right now I’m pissed off because I can’t use my toaster oven! Can’t wait for him to move to his next living space.