Humble Pie — It’s What’s for Dinner

I think…I just think perhaps…someone is hungry.  And I wouldn’t be at all surprised if the troublemaker in the door was the one who put her up to it. Does that make Shaylee the feline mafia boss and the ne’er-do-well on the bed (aka Holly) the minion? These two often have a simple yet civil tolerance for each other — when they work together, it’s time to worry. BUT I’m the boss in this house and I’ll feed the critters when I’m dang good and ready. So there.

Okay…so if you’ll excuse me, I have to go now and feed the critters.

 

 

Here Lies Trouble

Having just written about villains, I suppose it’s appropriate to come home to this scene. I mean, it’s just my luck, right? Two dastardly miscreants banding together cannot be a good thing, especially for me. The ne’er-do-well has had it out for me ever since I put a baby lock on the treat cabinet, thereby successfully foiling her ongoing thievery. Should I even try to sleep tonight? Or should I just fortify myself with caffeine so that I can keep a hyped-up eye out for trouble? The sad thing is, I’m not sure who is more nefarious…Penguin or the ne’er-do-well (aka Holly).  For all I know, SHE’s the voice whispering evil-nothings in HIS ear, not the other way round. Say a prayer for me, my friends. I’m going to need all the help I can get.

 

 

 

 

Psychological Warfare

My cat, Shaylee, god love her — she’s trying to drive me insane. I believe it’s a well thought out and deliberate plan too. I mean, look at her…just look at her! That intense, wide-eyed gaze, obviously intent on something just beyond the camera’s view, the tense body posturing that indicates something is clearly worthy of her attention. What is there, do you ask? Well, I’ll tell you…nothing. Nothing is there. It IS nothing, right? Right!? I’m hoping there isn’t something ghostly catching her eye. Nah. I’ll go with nothing. Even then, I’m not sure which is worse. An apparition that only a feline can see or a jerk-cat who enjoys mind games.