I have a confession to make. I got in trouble last week.
One of my bestest pals and protectors in the whole wide world goofed up and stepped on my tail. Well, maybe a few furs on my tail.
Anyway, my Grete woofie stepped on my tail and I got all crazy. I went a bit nuts and started hissing and swatting at her.
And you know what that means.
Yup...the little girl gang goes into motion.
My Momma Ellie runs to my defense...paws swinging and four-letter meows flying.
And if Momma Ellie is in the mix...well, Bennette is just one step behind. She's feisty. Paws swinging and meowing meows I've never heard before.
Grete was out numbered.
My mom and dad were right there and they started yelling at us. Dad grabbed Grete to protect her and mom went right for me. And within a second I found myself locked in a bathroom by myself. I was HISSED OFF!
Then I could hear some other stuff going on and doors closing and the next thing you know my Momma Ellie, Bennette and I were all locked in a room together. Like we were in jail or something. And I could hear mom and dad fussing over Grete saying what a good girl she is (and I know she is...) but they said nothing about her stepping on my tail. Sigh.
Mom told me that I needed to cool off...sheesh. Once I was let out of the room after
a year one hour Grete and I kissed and made up. Grete loves me and I love her. She promised me that she didn't mean to step on my tail and I believe her.
I love my Grete woofie.