My Gus is all about the ice cubes. He'll pick them up, carry them around. Occasionally I find a puddle on the floor and *pray* that it's a melted ice cube.
Awww, Smokey! He's so cute in action! (Bo would just stare at an ice cube on the floor from his warm perch on the couh... "Seriously, you expect me to make an effort for FROZEN WATER?")
I really thought you were crashing into the refrigerator when you were getting the ice cube.
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Date: 2009-03-06 12:48 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:07 am (UTC)And was that you getting the cube, or were you the one recording?
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Date: 2009-03-06 01:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-06 01:09 am (UTC)I was recording, and Mrs Cb, in her unusual getup of work pants and penguin pajama top, was cube wrangling.
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Date: 2009-03-06 04:53 pm (UTC)Big cat... little meow!
The ice cube game is popular here, too.
;-)
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Date: 2009-03-06 05:25 pm (UTC)I really thought you were crashing into the refrigerator when you were getting the ice cube.