We have, among other pets, a cat and dog -- Tripod and Pepper. Tripod the cat is on a diet for urinary tract problems and that is limited to a scant handful twice daily 'cause he is FAT.
Tripod eats in the house. Pepper has an overflowing supply of food in the patio room, which she reaches by leaping through the window of the normally closed door. Fur Whales cannot leap doors.
I left the back door open. I hear a "crunch-crunch" turn and yell at the cat who races back into the house and up on a chair seat under the kitchen table. I close the door. Pepper comes in and smells the cat's breath. I get yelled at for leaving the door open.
Pepper normally -- Hell, ALWAYS -- eats out in the patio room. Just a minute or two after the above incident the Bitch hops through the door with a mouthfull of food which she noisily crunches down in front of the cat. That little girl is the meanest, most vindictive cold-hearted creature I have ever even heard of. You really develop an appreciation for the term bitch by knowing her.
Posted by at May 12, 2003 06:32 PM