Meanwhile, Zeus had sensibly decided to absent himself altogether from the proceedings so this explains why I heard him hightailing it out through the doggie door for the safety of the back yard! The next thing I see, while still hearing Linda's over-the-top hilarity, is poor Harley (no longer sporting her new litter box chapeau) running downstairs and to me for comfort! I'm starting up the stairs and Linda appears to regale me with the whole story (laughing so hard that tears are running down her face), and now I'm laughing hysterically - and Harley (no doubt disgusted with our merriment) follows Zeus out the doggie door! Neither of them ever returned inside to eat their substantially ignored dinner!
I walked into my room and cowering in the corner of the room I spotted my 28-pound behemoth Sam who runs up to me chattering, as if to tell me "It wasn't my FAULT, Mom, honest!" I snuggled him and cuddled him and assured him that this time it was the D-O-G's fault! He looked quite smug about that! Sam really needs to have his own home - and soon!
Never a dull moment when you live with 3 cats and 2 dogs - all of whom consider the two female humans in the house to be either their concierge (the 3 cats) or their mommy (the 2 dogs).