Feline Short Bus....

Sometime I think our furry little master is not all that bright. We have a full glass storm door on the front porch and often leave the steel door open to let Fuzzy look outside. Occasionally a small moth or cricket will land on the glass and Fuzzy face looses his mind. He tries to attack the offender at the front door with much entusiasum that I think he might give himself a concussion, thus perpetuating the brain damaged kitty syndrome. Maybe we need to get him a kitty crash helmet....Maybe one with Evil Kenevel strips down the sides. I guess I should be glad he remembers where the litter box is. After all we love him so and he loves looking outside.