Awww, Hurricane’s in Trouble…
Let me enlighten you with the actions yesterday at our house somewhere between 4:00 and 5:00am; how was I to discern it was a weekend? As a rule, since I AM the little sister, I don’t know these finer points in life quite yet because I’m still so young, you know? (That’s my excuse and I’m sticking to it!)
But Hurricane told me to pounce on the bed and sink my teeth into Daddy’s toes- therefore like all obedient little sisters; I do as I’m told. I did! And Daddy hollered at me to go away, ‘It’s the weekend!’
So sheepishly, I park myself on the windowsill and gaze at my birdie-friends. I observe as Dad sits up and rubs his eyes, and all of a sudden I hear this, ‘What the H-E- double hockey sticks!’ I can’t say those words or else I’ll get scolded so I hope I spelled that naughty word correctly.
Nee Nee wakes up of course and I need to investigate what Daddy is referring to and you’ll never believe what I spotted?
OH MY GOSH!!! Hurricane has patches of blue fur on his belly, on his paws, on his head…I giggle ‘cuz he looks silly! He has insignias of sapphire on the quilt, on the bathroom tile….
Then Daddy spots more, well spots…he follows the blue crumbs so to speak underneath the bed which is Hurricane’s hiding spot when he realizes he’s in trouble and sure enough, Daddy discovers the culprit—YEP, OH BOY! OH BOY! …a blue fountain ink pen! And it wasn’t in one piece!
Yes indeed! Hurricane had crushed that writing utensil to smithereens and ink blemishes covet the floor covering. So of course, Hurricane lunges below the surface to hide and becomes yet more immersed in fluid prior to sneaking out which dabs more territory of the room painting a canvas of cobalt.
AWWWW, can’t help but feel sorry for the guy…the tirade of attempting to unsoil the carpet, the bed, Hurricane took quite awhile with a great deal of mumbling underneath Daddy and NeeNee’s breath. Some of the words I didn’t understand but then you know what?
Hurricane is giving Daddy lickey-lickie’s on his face tattling it was MY fault because I hopped up on the night stand and lobbed it to the floor. Can you believe that? …ratted out by my own brother!
I AM SO MAD!! The nerve of him and to believe I felt sorry for him. At the moment I’m in hot water…
Daddy said Hurricane had a grand departing gift; azure smudges on his fur. Well, where’s my parting gift?!
Never mind…I think I’ll just hide up here to hide until the situation blows over.
Anyone want a new kitty? I'm really not any trouble~