Saturday, January 5, 2008

The Squatter

A squatter invaded my daughter's house a week or so ago. At first we thought she merely moved in for a little extra warmth (that room used to be right near the heater vent). Precious Daughter was very upset last night, and wanted Chessie the Squatter evicted once and for all. I picked the house up off its foundation and moved it over a foot. Chessie scurried out of the room.

Two minutes later, she was back inside and refusing to leave. I took these pictures this morning.

Oh, Hello. Nice of you to drop by. I was just getting ready to take a nap, so you can leave now.

And what do you want? Nope. This seat's taken.

These little plastic people are so pushy!

On an interesting note, that's my old Barbie Dream House you're looking at. Precious Daughter played with it a lot until Chessie moved in.

Chessie really isn't such a sour-looking cat. She's just old and going blind in one eye. It's actually shrinking. It has something to do with some tiny duct that isn't working any more and can't be repaired.


--V said...

That's a cat for you. Delilah spent a week on one of the shelves of my book case, and now shows no interest in it.

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Anonymous said...

Very cute post! I love that cat's face.

Christine@AreWeThereYetMom said...

Love your cat's expression. Just like a cat not wanting to move from where they are comfortable.

Great shots.