Tortured

The weekend was just plain torture. The fev-vers are migrating and we had a flock of robins and starlings taking furlough in our ginormous holly bushes next to the house. They chitted and chirped and just taunted us with their fluttering wings. Chase sat on the kitchen table and watched them poo on the deck. Latte claimed they were not interesting enough for him. Me? I sat here all weekend and watched. And waited. And prayed one would come through the window.



All I got was a furmination on the back deck. However, this did afford me the opportunity to get closer to them and meezer in their general direction. They were quiet when they heard the mighty Kaze-hunter. Oh yes, they lived in fear I tell you! I continue to lie in wait...

Torture!!!

The night before my humans went away with the red boxes they had some ice cream. That's not so unusual because they have that like every night. BUT! Do you see the special "bottom of the cereal box" prize on this carton? PLASTIC WRAPPER!!!! Right there for my grasping. The Tall Man of course knew how much I deserved/wanted this treasure. Do you know what he did? Its too aghasting to really share but I will because what have I ever not meezed about?

Anyhow, he took the treasure and hid it behind a pillow. Big whoop- I found it and dug it out. Instead of letting me enjoy my prize he hid it again! And again....and again...and you get the point. I was SOOOOOO mad at him. I let out the deepest angriest most frustrated meeze. Finally he let me grab it and I merrily ran upstairs and hid with my prize in the back corner under the bed. I wasn't letting him have it back!