Marcus: And then I was on top of the workbench. It was a horrifying sight. Tools all over the place. This stuff he calls “chips,” and what did he call it? Sawdust? It was awful. I skidded down from there to the safety of the floor. I mean, it was like coming down from the bureau in the bedroom, but worse. And there he stood laughing, and spouting some nonsense about it was like me “Coming down a mountain, and slipping on the scree.” What the hell is that? What is a mountain?
If my litter box looked like his workbench, Mom would change it.
I may have to rethink this whole thing of being the shop cat. It’s dirty work.
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Oh no! That could have been so much worse, though … 😬
Boy are you getting the look, mister! Such judgement and disappointment, lol… hugs
Marcus can really give the “looks” when he is displeased. He’s the serious sibling. Sabrina is more cuddly, and sunny.
That’s funny! My two cats, Ash and Ghost were brothers but couldn’t have been any more different. One always acted high on weed, and the other behaved as if he’d had too much coffee… hilarious cats!
Stay on the floor, Marcus. That’s what Bear and Teddy do in my studio. Of course, they’re not cats and Bear is a LOT bigger than you.
Marcus, you should knock all of your Human’s stuff off of his work bench. That will surely teach him to keep things tidier for you. Purrs, Apollo
Marcus: Apollo! It’s genius! I have to assert myself, let him know who the boss is. I’ll do it. Next time Sabrina is in there too. That way if he gets mad I’ll play innocent, and she’ll get blamed!
Blame, Marcus? But you’re a CAT! Nothing is ever your fault. Purrs, Apollo