Ten days ago, the new floorscreen I have (it wasn’t joined in the middle, which has since been rectified) fell and crashed on gramma and the blue fortress of bowlitude. Gramma was okay, just a small cut that bled everywhere. The bowl, on the other hand, shattered into a million small pieces.
The interim solution didn’t sit so well with poor confused unhappy matisse-choo. He was a very sad kitty for nine days, until yesterday, when a replacement bowl arrived in the mail.
The reason it took so long is because he is a giant kitty, and this particular bowl is 16″ diameter, to give you an idea of how huge he is.
Yeah. No 12″ bowl for this boy.
Last night he slept in it for six hours straight that I know of. Aw. It must be good to be a kitty that only wants dinner at 4 pm and a bowl to sleep in.
