So…I have this very, very naughty cat. No, not that one.
He’s a good boy.
Not that one either.
She doesn’t have wicked bone in her fluffy little body.
Yeaaaah. That one. She knows her name.
Little Miss Chili Naughty Pants.
I know. She looks all innocent and sweet now but believe me, it’s just a façade. Any minute, she will disappear out the kitty door only to reappear in 3 minutes time with a live, fully functioning GRASSHOPPER in her mouth!!
She used to play with it for awhile, till it was half dead or all the way dead, as I scurried around the room looking for a way to get the creepy thing out of my house, without…you know…having to…touch it. Gag.
Well, little Miss Naughtyness got so used to me chasing her prize around the place, that she decided to help me skip a few steps. NOW she just runs in, finds me and plops the nasty critter right at my feet, or ON my feet– anywhere that her treasure can be fully appreciated. Bless her.
If I’m at my desk, she’s content to drop it on the floor behind me so that it will hop right up on the computer screen–or better yet–on my BACK, which it has done right in the middle of a Zoom class…twice… in. front. of. people.
Oh, yeah–class gets REALLY good sometimes…
especially when someone is uncontrollably screeching like a six year old.
Then we could talk about the ones that we don’t find…