Monday, March 1, 2010


GRAMMY:  Whoa!  What the hell happened to you?

ME:  Oh, the power went out during the storm and I was wandering around in the dark, trying to find a flashlight or a candle.

GRAMMY:  So what did you do?  Trip over a piece of furniture?

ME:  No.  I stepped on Snowflake’s tail.

GRAMMY:  Ha!  There’s nothing more dangerous than a black cat in the dark.  Did she bite you or claw you?

ME:  Both.

GRAMMY:  Serves you right, keeping the damn thing locked up in the house its entire life.

ME:  I don’t keep her locked up.  She gets out when we come here.

GRAMMY:  She comes in a cat crate!  That’s getting out?  You know, I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been planning this for a long time.  Just used the power outage as an excuse.

ME:  Really, Grammy.  She’s a cat.  Animals don’t know how to plot and scheme.

GRAMMY:  Yeah?  Remember that chimp that tore off a woman’s face?  And the killer whale at Sea World that drowned his trainer for no reason at all?  Believe what you want, Barbara, but me - I’m gonna keep that cat knee-deep in catnip when she's here.

Photo:  Laini & Samin

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1 comment:

I'm Jet . . . said...

That's why I keep Cooper supplies with treats, and one eye always open when he's pretending to sleep (that snore is fake, I tell you!)next to me . . .