There are two means of refuge from the miseries of life: music and cats.
Sunday, September 23, 2007
In the dog-house
This morning mine mombean left her coffee cup, with a little coffee still in it, on the table when she went to take her shower. She usually puts it up on the bookshelf. Where I can't get at it.
Well, as any self respecting kitty will tell you, we just *have* to know everything, and if we don't know what something is we *have* to go 'vestigating. I just wanted to know what was in there. So I knocked it over to get a good sniff, and it fell to the floor.
I guess she heard the sound and she yelled "Beezer!!". She jumped out of the shower, with some gunk in her hair, and all drippy and came running. She saw the spilled coffee and said, in her very angry voice "What did you do? WHAT! Did you do??" Like she couldn't just see. She hadda get a sponge and wipe up most of it right then. Then she went and finished her shower. After she got out for the second and final time she got the sponge and wiped everything again.
She then told me I'm in the dog-house. I'm not sure what that means. I wonder if my friend Roxy 'The Devil Dog' knows what that means. She says I should hang my head in shame. So, that's what I'm doin'.
She says that I know better. But, its not like I haven't done the same thing lots of times before. Pppppffffttttt! It wasn't really my fault, was it?