The springtime clean up. If I’m not supervising he’d cover the catnip in mulch!
What’s a cat to do? Mother sighs and says, ” poor Xenia, such a control freak. You need a therapist.”
Therapist! Therapist? Just because I have to watch everything the fool does in the garden? If I’m not outside, I’m in a window.
Hey you! it’s dinner time! Get inside and show me your best can opening technique. Now!
Therapist. I’ll therapist her if dinner is late.
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Xenia–you are a goddess! Keep your eyes on the humans!–Cool cats in Florida
The incompetent humans redeemed things later by providing a dessert of whipped cream for H.I.M. – all is forgiven.
Look at her, inspecting her queendom!
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