ROFLMAO! Gotta love fur-brats. 🙂
“Damn it, Sam! Sally! Get off of that!” Janet threw her hands up in frustration and stormed out of the kitchen. When she was gone, the cat, Sally, edged toward the edge of the counter and looked down at her friend and brother, the black lab, Sam.
“That escalated quickly. What do you think we did this time?”
Sam lifted his head from the bowl of chill Sally knocked off of the counter for him and wagged his tail. “No idea. Guess she has fleas or something. You coming down for some?”
Sally yawned and stretched. “Yeah. Save a bite.”