biped...."As in all multi-specie homes ours is no different. There is a very defined pecking order. It goes...biped....grandma...cats....cats....dumb....and dumber....That is until last night when the pecking order flew out the window."
biped...."So the power shift began with grandma in here room playing on her computer. The biped was in hers doing the same. Dumb and dumber came in with their ball. It's been ages since either one felt up to playing catch but they had their minds set on a game. So the ball was tossed and the game was on."
biped...."Now dumb and dumber don't play catch like normal dogs. It's actually closer to a game of touch football with Dumb playing defense and Dumber trying to dislodge the ball. The game spilled out my bedroom door and headed towards the kitchen. All of a sudden the sounds of barking and growling was drowned out by a series of bangs and crashes. Things JUST kept crashing so both grandma and I ran out of our bedrooms just in time to see this."
biped...."There was the Major, on the kitchen counter shoving spatulas, dishes and what-not off trying to bomb the quarling dogs. It was obvious that the "bombing" had started on the now empty kitchen table before the Major headed to higher, safer ground."
biped...."As grandma and I arrived in the kitchen, the Major headed for even higher ground. Grandma and I were laughing hysterically cuz dumb and dumber were twirling around in the kitchen trying to figure out where/why stuff was flying off the counter.
biped...."Major's escape from the jaws of death hadn't ended yet. When she jumped into the kitchen window, the tie for the curtain wrapped around her waist turning her into an animated dish rag.