I had a most upsetting week. We had
invaders in our yard. The evidence was clear. While we were asleep and my mom and dad and Grete were slacking...they came. The water bowl was tipped on it's side and the water was dirty. That could only mean one thing. Raccoons...
I was left on my own to investigate. No one would help me. Can you believe that! No one cared. Where's agent 007.5 when you need him? Doesn't anybody care about me? It's my water dish
afterall, but....but...sigh.
When I looked in the tree, all I found was the evil squirrel. He was saying nothing...
I sniffed and I sniffed, but the little beasts were nowhere to be found. They had the wrath of Ginger to contend with...sticking their dirty paws in MY water...
They never did show their faces.
Meanwhile, during the time I was defending our turf...little miss Cory squirt and her momma and
Bennette and big tough Nigel were inside playing with their new toys. Could they be bothered to do the real work of a real cat? NO! And you know what...Nigel's favorite toy? Tee
hee! It was the hot pink catnip underpants!!!! I'll never tell. Right. Oh and another thing...I have it on good authority that Nigel had to be locked in a room for a bath because he sat his hind end in the litter box!
Ewwww! He had litter all stuck to him. When I have a spare moment I need to instruct him on the fine art of hovering over the litter. Boys!
I was left on my own to investigate. No one would help me. Can you believe that! No one cared. Where's agent 007.5 when you need him? Doesn't anybody care about me? It's my water dish afterall, but....but...sigh.
When I looked in the tree, all I found was the evil squirrel. He was saying nothing...
I sniffed and I sniffed, but the little beasts were nowhere to be found. They had the wrath of Ginger to contend with...sticking their dirty paws in MY water...
They never did show their faces.
Meanwhile, during the time I was defending our turf...little miss Cory squirt and her momma and Bennette and big tough Nigel were inside playing with their new toys. Could they be bothered to do the real work of a real cat? NO! And you know what...Nigel's favorite toy? Tee hee! It was the hot pink catnip underpants!!!! I'll never tell. Right. Oh and another thing...I have it on good authority that Nigel had to be locked in a room for a bath because he sat his hind end in the litter box! Ewwww! He had litter all stuck to him. When I have a spare moment I need to instruct him on the fine art of hovering over the litter. Boys!
