Fee, Fie, Foe, Friday: The Cat is Pizzzed

Yesterday, the vet cleaned the dogs teeth. So he was basically gone all day, I dropped him off at 8 and he wasn't ready to pick up until 4. The cat was in heaven.

Over a year ago, after my sister in-law lost her fight with lung cancer, we adopted her older cat, Madeleine. Maddy is a grumpy cat; she's tiny and had never seen another animal before. She abhors our little friendly dog, Hobbes, and he adores her, and tries to get her to play with him all the time. Sad and funny at the same time. He keeps trying, thinking she'll come around, and they are really funny to watch. Still, when I left with the dog, and came back without him, she immediately became the lap-cat. All day.  I'm sure she thought we finally wised up and got rid of that damn dog. And then we picked him up  and totally ruined her dreams. Hahaha! Poor cat. But she sure is pissed at us.

Giving me the stink eye.
How could you bring that dog back here???