March 12th 2013 5:19 pm
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Fish. The humans are having fish for dinner. I could smell that fish from all the way upstairs. Mmmm. It was just sitting there, waiting for me. I know, I know, I'm not supposed to take food from the people. But how dare they eat fish and not give me some!
I just wanted a little taste. Just a little tiny bit of fish. I'm a good girl. I don't get into fights like Isy does and I don't attack Mommy's ankles so much anymore. So don't I deserve just a little piece of fish? Just a little one?
Apparently not. The humans weren't about to give me any, so my plan was to go on a stake-out and get some for myself. Brilliant, wasn't it?
So while the fish was still in the oven, I slipped into the kitchen and looked around for the perfect hiding place. Somewhere they wouldn't see me, but where I could see them. So that as soon as they took the fish out and put it up on the counter I could steal some. It was the perfect plan. And I had the perfect hiding spot--right there behind the oven. There's a little space there, just wide enough to get into.
It was really good for a while. Until smoke starting coming out of the oven. That was the scary part. This thick smoke came out and it was everywhere and Grandma opened the front door and it was FREEZING outside. And Mommy came out of her room and she was coughing and apparently I wasn't as sneaky as I thought, because Grandma started shouting about me being back behind the stove and she threw some treats back there. I guess she wanted to lure me out.
But I'd never give up fish for a couple treats, even if they were seafood flavor, which is my third-favorite flavor, right after catnip and cream. I managed to pull them closer with my paw and eat them anyway.
Mommy's better at that kind of thing, though. She had the treat bucket, the little white one she just got and filled up. And she didn't just thrown them back towards me, she held a treat out so I had to go up to her.
Ooh, and it was a green one, the catnip flavor (Mommy doesn't let me have real catnip) and I can't resist something like that. Fish or treats, fish or treats?!
It was such a hard decision! But Mommy wanted me to come out and all that smoke was scary, so I had to go. She even gave me a few more when we went back up to her room--she shut the door so I can't get back down there.
But Grandma just called that dinner's ready, and I bet that fish is still down there. Sitting out on the counter while everybody gets their food, unguarded once they all sit down...the counter pretty high up but I've seen Isy make the jump. I bet I could.
Gotta go. My fish dinner awaits.
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