I just got back from dropping my wife off at the airport. She's heading to Florida for a week with her sister and her mom, so it's just me and the three little monsters.
I stopped by Kroger's on the way home and picked up some healthy fresh fruits and vegetables along with some fish I'll grill up.
The last time my wife went out of town, Frisky had a really bad time of it because Edloe had just died. With his mommy going out of town, it was a pretty neutoric time for Frisky, with everyone vanishing one by one.
Well, except for Nardo, which made things even worse for the poor little fluffyboy.
When Nardo's being a real meanie, Frisky's been hiding under the couch:
I'll make sure he's got plenty of treats and plenty of afterdinner playtime for the next week. I figure if he starts jumping up on the couch to sit with me, he's letting me know that he's doing okay.
Comments (4)
And a little parmasan butter might help!
Posted by lhk | December 3, 2005 3:21 PM
Posted on December 3, 2005 15:21
Poor Frisky! He needs some whipped butter -- nice and fluffy. Hang in there kitty.
Posted by Sarah | December 3, 2005 8:22 PM
Posted on December 3, 2005 20:22
He's in his usual spot. I've been trying to keep Nardo away from him so at least he gets some peace.
Posted by Laurence Simon | December 4, 2005 10:07 AM
Posted on December 4, 2005 10:07
Bring more men to pet him and make him happy.
No, I'm not being perverse.
Posted by andophiroxia | December 4, 2005 3:48 PM
Posted on December 4, 2005 15:48