This morning, as I was puttering around filling food bowls and scooping litter boxes, I heard the telltale sound of a cat getting into something they shouldn’t. I turned around to find a cat (Timmie) on the dining room table, industriously pawing at the open doors on Richard’s dinosaur advent calendar.
Me: Um, excuse me. What are you doing?
Cat: Treasures!
Me: No, those are not things for cats!
Cat: If not for cats then why shaped like fun?
Me: Hey, come back here!
Cat, scurrying off with tiny dinosaur in mouth: Ith friend thaped!
Me, hastily rescuing the tiny plastic dinosaur: No, it’s a choking hazard!
Cat, stomping off in a sulk, because humans are SO MEAN.
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Uh oh, I know how *this* movie ends.
‘Tis the season for Holidailies.