Thursday, February 08, 2007

Purloined Stash -- the trauma of it all

"You said that I would be going someplace warm!"

"Yes, I did and you are."

"Well, I just checked the Weather Channel and Lewisville, Texas is 38 degrees. THAT is not warm! I wanted Florida or Hawaii or Fiji."

"You are a lunatic. You have a fur coat. And, it is 18 degrees here. Stupid cat."

"Marielle had a sweater. She is loved and she had a sweater."

"Do you want me to make you a sweater? Do you want it made out of wool or cashmere or angora?"

"You would seriously make me a sweater out of rabbit and expect me to wear it? Are you just perverse or something . . . I eat rabbits. Stupid human."

"You don't eat rabbits. You are too old, too fat and too lazy to catch a rabbit. You EAT Purina Cat Chow."

"I cannot go to Texas. They EAT cats."

"That's Korea, you idiot. And if you don't behave, I'll send you to Korea on vacation. Now you have to get going because the postman is going to be here to pick up the box and you have to go too."

"Catch me, catch me if you can, you can't catch me cause . . . whatever."

Stupid cat.

The box is on the its way to Texas. Without the cat. I hate it when she's right. I am so sorry but I had to entrust it to the USPS, but it is wrapped in brown paper with no indication on the exterior of the treasure that is inside.

It is, actually, almost like a treasure chest full of awesome goodies. A pleasure to behold.


Deb Brown said...

Isn't that just like a

Jane said...

That's a riot Mary Lynn! Sorry Shadow - but compared to where that stash has been 38 degrees is a heat wave. You can go back to sleep now.