Memphis has a thing for my undies weather they be clean or not. he grabs them and shakes them like he is trying to kill them.
The other day I came home from work expecting to be greeted by him but no Memphis. I look through the house and see his little head peak out of the bedroom then go back. I called him and he came weaseling out. I knew that he had been naughty.........
Here is is with a bright lime green pair of my undies hangin around his neck and around his one leg. He wouldn't look at me. Just kept staring at the floor.
Little brat............
By the way........they were clean |