Monday, June 18, 2007

Fountain 1; Billy 0

Poor Billy.

He was drinking from the fountain in the master bedroom. I was folding laundry. I snapped out a pair of blue jeans. He jumped straight up.

And landed in the fountain with a splash. Water went everywhere, including all over Billy. He took off down the hall. I would have gone after him with a conciliatory kitty treat, except I was laughing too hard.

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