Oh wow, this new hiding place I just found is amazing! From up here, I can see over the whole courtyard, look down at people, watch the birds, do whatever I want! And when I want to take a nap I can just scroonch down where nobody can see me. I wonder why none of the other cats have told me about this place?
I think they were all fired, Sharon H.
(Look at you. Mama’s little angel. Well, don’t sleep too soundly, my friend, because sometimes accidents happen. Sometimes heavy objects get knocked off shelves. Sometimes bowling balls bounce downstairs, landing on one end of a coffee table and launching a bowl of fruit into a graceful arc onto an ironing board, causing an iron to slide onto a vacuum cleaner, sending it whirring and clattering straight for your tail. OK, that was a bit far-fetched, but I’m just saying, these things happen.)
I think puppy has nothing to worry about, Sharon H.
(Ugh, she knows I don’t like it when she reaches across my sink. I mean, look at that arm, it’s so tempting. I could get in a solid whap, maybe even a bite, but is that really who I am? Can I be the bigger one here, maybe set an example? It’s like there’s no right answer.)
Reader Muppet2171 is tempting fate with Teller.
“Oh no, Larry! We’re coming up to the really scary part of the movie! This is the part where the innocent young babysitter sits on the sofa watching TV, and she doesn’t notice the insane serial killer sneaking up behind her until the very last second! I’m scared but I can’t look away! I need to find out what happens next!”
