I was walking back to my bedroom.
Gypsy, my canine shadow, was at my heels (literately).
Someone had closed the door to my bedroom.
I didn't notice.
Neither did Gypsy.
I ran into the door.
Gypsy ran into me.
So, yeah. That was fun...
...and now Gypsy is afraid of my bedroom door.
3 comments:
oh, poor gypsy kitty!
I mean, I'm laughing, but I feel bad about it.
I know! Last night, when I went to bed, I had to stand at the door and coax her into the room. For, like, ten minutes she would not budge, and then she crept towards me (keeping a suspicious eye on the door the whole time). She was shaking all over but finally got up enough courage to sprint pass the scary, scary door and into my bedroom.
It was a combination of funny and really, really pathetic. Poor, little Gypsy Kitty!
I don't think that she knows she's a big doggie.
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