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Friday, August 5, 2011


Cats rule, dogs drool, and humans serve.

My human does not look happy and I know why. Yes, I eavesdropped on the phone call from Rail. It seems the dog is sick, sick, and more sick and the burglar can’t make the dinner date.

Plan A is a success. Now to figure out Plan B, whatever that’s going to be.

Somehow I have to let Bart know exactly what Rail is and what he did.

While Bart sulked around the house acting like someone stole his favorite toy, I headed into his office. Now I’m a fairly clever cat, okay more than fairly if I do say so myself. And I do. So I should be able to figure a way to turn on his computer. The problem was the button and getting leverage. If at first I don’t succeed…Silly human cliché but ‘whatever’ as Bart always mutters. I finally figured it out. Nose to the grindstone, or the button in this case.

The screen lit up. I flicked my tail as I waited for what I needed which is that noise that says the computer is up and running. That should get him in here. It did. He looked at me like I had done something miraculous and then growled that I’d better not try it again. Humans, I swear.

Anyway once he sat down, which I knew he would, he immediately went online. I sat on the side of the desk pretending innocent indifference as he checked his email. Then, when he was back on the homepage I pounced on his hand on the mouse, making him drag the cursor to the local news page. You know if he got the newspaper delivered this would have been a lot easier. But he doesn’t.

So there he was, we were, staring at the news stories and there’s one about the cat burglar, AKA Rail. Smart man that he is he decided to read it. Part 1 of Plan B was now fait accompli.

He grumbled and growled about how the cops were idiots that they couldn’t catch one man who was making a habit of burglarizing half the homes in the neighborhood, including ours.

“Too bad you can’t talk Socks because I’d bet my bottom dollar you saw him when he was here.”

I meowed in agreement, pulled his hand none to gently from the mouse and then jumped off the desk, padding to the door leading outside. I looked back over my shoulder at him before scratching on said door.

“No way am I letting you outside. Not after your little adventure last night.”

I looked at him piteously and meowed again, and again, and again. You have to play the game if you want to win.

I kept up the meowing while staring in feigned, well not so feigned actually, desperation at the outside door while Bart tried to ignore me. Finally he got fed up and came over, picking me up and taking me to the living room. Then he went back into the office, shutting the door behind him.

No way. So not going there. I stood at the door, howling loudly as I scratched it and the carpet. He opened the door immediately, looking down at me and then the pieces of carpet fiber stuck to my claws.

“What in the world is your problem tonight,” he growled.

I raced back into the office, to the other door, before he could stop me and started the whole thing over again.

“I give up. If you want out then out you go. But I’m coming with you and so help me if you try to run away again…”

Running away was the last thing on my mind. When he opened the door I walked sedately outside then sat down to wait for him. It took him a minute or three and my meowing several times when he didn’t jump to it but finally he joined me. Once he had I got up again, pacing to the spot on the lawn where Bosley had been sitting last night. Then I hissed and growled and swiped at the air. Maybe not the greatest pantomiming but I hoped he got the message that something I didn’t like had been on this very spot.

Bart stared at me as if I’d gone out of my mind. Okay, so I needed to add something to this. Something that said ‘dog’. Ah ha. I stuck my tongue out as far as it would go and started panting as best a cat can and tried for drooling, which wasn’t very successful. But he still got the picture. Score one for me!

He cocked his head, watching me and said, “The burglar had a dog?”

I jumped up, pranced over to him and rubbed against his leg while warbling my approval, letting him know that I considered him the brightest human alive.

“Well…hell. Of course there’s no way I can tell the cops that because they wouldn’t believe you told me.” He chuckled to himself. “Now you just have to show me where this burglar lives and…” He stopped, shaking his head in denial. “No way!”

Yes way! He finally got the picture.

Thanks so much for the post Edward! Wonderful as always! xoxox And as usual we've swapped. My article 'The Power of The Pen' is @ Edward's Blog August 6, which is tomorrow, I'll be posting @ QMO Master of Passion Blog I hope you can stop by and take a look. Have a great weekend sweeties! 
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Blak Rayne ^_^!!

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