Shady-dude, a life of leisure

I'm mad and I'm NOT talking

So... mom found it yesterday. I knew she would eventually, but I was hoping for a little more time. More time for my work to sink in. More time for that D-O-G to get the unmistakable yet unspoken message.

You see, that stinky pup Sydney made me very mad. No one knows how or why except me and her, and I'm NOT talking. It happened while our human's were away. But I was calm. I restrained myself. I did not bite her, or scratch her, or chase her. I waited.

I waited until she was sleeping.

And then I went to her big basket-o-toys. Where she keeps her beloved squeaky-balls. The toys she loves above all others. And took my revenge. I was cautious. Not a single toy was moved or out of place. I aimed carefully... and piddled all over every single one of her toys. HA! THAT ought to get her attention.

But... NO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! She didn't care. She had other toys stashed under the sofa. And then... uh-oh. Mom is doing that *sniff* *sniff* *sniff* thing. She's following her nose just like dumb Sydney-dog... right to... the basket. DARN! She's taking it up to the laundry room. My entire plan is in shambles.

Oh well... she may wash everything clean, but I have an unlimited supply of ammunition. If that dog sets so much as one toe out of line... there's going to be another soaking! Until then I'm hiding under the bed until Mom calms down.

Purrrrrrrrrrrrrrrs,
- Seamus