I crawled upstairs, bleary-eyed and wanting nothing more than to take a nap this afternoon (seeing as how Gaby didn't manage to fall asleep until 3AM this morning!), walked around the side of the bed and bent over to plug my cell phone into the charger in the wall and place it on the nightstand when I noticed more crap than usual on said nightstand...
all photos brought to you courtesy of my droid...great phone, not so great camera!
Pardon the askew lampshade. It's the furball's fault.
My nightstand is already piled high with books, a clock, lotions and potions that make me smell like the Pillsbury Dough-boy after he's been rolled in vanilla and sugar, some seashells and other odds and ends. Now there was a huge orange furball to add to the collection.
I looked at him and said, "Griffy, honestly! Get down before you knock the lamp over and cause me to have a heartastroke!"
I don't know what exactly it is in my tone of voice when I chastise Griffy, but the other large, white and cocoa colored furball always comes running whenever he hears me howl at Griffy. He insists on sticking his nose into everything! Before I know it, I have not one feline nightstand accessory, but a pair!
The swish of that huge fluffy brown tail of Geronimo's sent the alarm clock crashing to the floor behind the nightstand and the lotions and potions went flying everywhere!
I'm not sure why I was so surprised that Griffy has decided to commandeer my nigthstand as his new hangout. After all, he seems to think he's the perfect household accoutrement in almost any setting...
Actually, both of them do!
