When you have cats, things never get boring. Today I returned home having spent all day in a sports event. I left my sneakers in the hall and sat down to relax for a bit. Next thing I know, there's an enormous noice that is moving from the hall all the way to my bedroom. As I went to see what was going on, I found one of the sneakers in the middle of my bed and one Norwegian under my bed.
I wonder what in the world happened? Maybe the sneaker attacked Sani and chased her down to the bedroom... What ever it was, I couldn't get her to pose with the sneaker afterwards, the old stinky footwear was too scary in her opinion. Thus an old pose without any sneakers.
