Fuzzy friend Friday – The joy of a washcloth
1st, she was just hanging out with the washcloth, using it as a mini bed. (very mini, compared to the rest of her)
Then, for no reason apparent to us lowly humans, she decided to attack.
Note the action of the back feet.
Note the dilated pupils in the attack eyes.
Finally, it was enough to hold it down so that it didn’t get away.
Oddly enough, they weren’t even warm from the dryer. So, I really have no idea what the appeal was.
Happy Fuzzy Friend Friday!
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jenski says:
Ah, GG cracks me up. It’s great when kitties that are a little older get all frisky for no apparent reason. Good job grabbing the camera!
There was a whole pile of bigger towels right there that she could have messed up.
Amber says:
mmm warm washcloths.
I mean, I know you said they weren’t fresh from the dryer, but it sure did make me think of freshly warmed pjs.
Oh, but GG cracks me up. I wonder what made her go so crazy with the towels.
Anonymous says:
She really showed that washcloth who’s boss, didn’t she?
I love Fuzzy Friend Fridays.
Ern says:
I would seriously love to be a cat for a day. It must be like being stoned. I don’t know what that’s like either, but stoned people and cats on a crazy streak seem really similar.
“Must kill washcloth!”
“Must run at top speed throught the house!”
“What’s that moving spot, up there on the blank wall? I’ll stare at it.”
squirl says:
I just relaized that I showed up as Anonymous. Shoot, another one of the things that happens with a new computer. You lose your cookies. Not, of course, to be confused with tossing your cookies.