Wednesday, February 18, 2009
is the name of one of our cats. He's a big boy and he was given that name by my daughter who thought the spots on his back looked like meatballs falling from the sky.
Meatball is strictly an indoor car. He tries to make a break for it if we keep the door open too long but he soon finds out he really isn't fit to be outside because of his spoiled life. That's Meatball in bed next to my son. Not only does he sleep under the covers but he appears to cuddle with a stuffed doll while he's there.
My daughter also knows Meatball longs to be outside so she boosts him on her shoulder and lets him look outside through our front door glass pane. I thought I'd make a quick study of that moment.