So, the other night we were all relaxing, watching a Hallmark movie. We had all had a good supper and it was time to relax. Suddenly there was a knock at the door. I took off and hid under the couch.
I stayed out where the action was and got a really big surprise!
Look at that little black thing! My head is about as big as he is! Mom said his name is Ozzy and he’s my new cousin. We watched each other and once when we got close we made some spitting sounds and played “slappy paws” but we didn’t chase each other. I just let Ozzy explore the house and watched him to make sure he didn’t take any of our toys.
I stayed under the couch and wanted nothing to do with meeting this new cousin. I figure Hemingway will protect me in situations like this.
Here’s a close-up of the little terror. Notice that bit of paint on his right ear? He was helping his “dad” kind of picked up a souvenir. Mom says he’s still really young and has lots to learn. I think he was pretty well-behaved considering he was in a strange house. I guess I’ll accept him.
I’m going to stay under the couch until he’s gone. Can you make sure to slide my food dish under the couch?