Saturday, March 12, 2011
Hey, it's me, Angel-Kitty~
Well, don’t talk; just listen! I don’t want him to hear our voices and locate us.
I had to creep underneath this throw cushion on my Nee Nee and Daddy’s bed since I woke my Nee Nee up at 3:46 in the wee hours of darkness. . .
Yeah, I know it wasn’t the smartest thing to do but let me explain before you go leaping to conclusions.
I have this string you see. It’s an appealing multihued ribbon actually and I clutch it in my mouth. I rarely part from it because I have on the spot entertainment wherever I go. However, with Hurricane, I rarely get to amuse myself; he’s always bothering me. . . BROTHERS!
You see, he is always tormenting me AND getting me into mischief so this morning when I had difficulty sleeping I dug up my string from the laundry basket. Well, here comes Hurricane with his massive clod-ka-diddle-hoppers trailing me up the stairs. He was approaching so close I could smell his doggie-breath; UGH!
I was afraid he’d nip my stunning tail so I hurdled onto Daddy and Nee Nee’s bed searching for an opening in the covers to hide from Hurricane.
Whew, there was one! . . . So I took a dive inside hauling my string behind. How was I to know Nee Nee would awaken from a sound catnap and imagine there was a bed bug on her leg?
Geez Lousie, it’s not my fault!
Needless to say she sat upright and flung the covers to the floor making a little ‘SCREEEECH!’…
Oooppsss. . . ‘Good Morning Nee Nee!’ I said in my most optimistic voice trying to smile.
UH-OH, it didn’t work!
So you see, I’m just keeping a low profile today and hiding so shhhh, don’t tell anybody I’m here, especially that giant ogre of a brother ‘cause it’s ALWAYS his fault...he's old enough to know better!