Remember this? The bell collar that warns Riley that I'm coming to eat her? Well, the (formerly) Blonde Girl thought it was making quite a dent in my beautiful neck furs that she likes to pet. She was right. Anyway, she took it off to see if I'd be a good Grrl and stop chasing the little runt. I was a purrfect angel all day. purrrrrrrrr
But then the people went to sleep, and the chase was on! Three times in one night I chased that little brat down the hall, with her screaming all the way. The best part was that Riley's safety zone is on top of the Lady, sleeping on the couch. Imagine the Lady's delight to wake up to a screaming cat with claws extended jumping on her and trying to hide, over and over all night long. Ahhhh, it's good to be me. Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!