The cat named Wanda spends the night tormenting Grandma. She (Wanda, not Grandma) climbs the rack full of red hats and almost hanging herself within the blinds. Grandma gets up from her fitful sleep and rescues the poor little darling.
Grandma tries to sleep the rest of the night but mostly she practices duck and cover manuevers while Wanda attacks toes, nose and everything in between.
Minnie and Rusty sleep peacefully during the hurricane that hits the living room sometime around 4am. Finally at 6am Grandma gets up to check out new squeals coming from the living room. There is that sweet little Wanda, perched on top of the drapery rod innocently waiting for rescue. Below the window is an empty tissue box. Grandma ignores Wanda and picks up the million shreds of evidence.
Grandma thinks shes going to head back to bed for a short cat nap. But, alas, she finds Little J sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, all dressed for the day. Grandma is not responsible for his creative attire...
Trying Something New: Black Cat
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