Cat Nagging

The family cat is nagging at me. She gets irritated at this whole 30 day thing, because it makes me stay up too late. Her name is Oreo, she has tuxedo coloring, and thinks the most reasonable bed time to be 10pm.

In her opinion, I am failing my religious obligations by not going to bed and petting her. For a whole hour. I keep telling her that there's a whole lot of Not Gonna Happen there. For some reason she has little faith in what I tell her.

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Jelly bean season is over. March and April see an acute attack of them. May and June are usually given to corpse disposal, and July has maybe one or two MIA under the bed. This is not a problem; they rarely take action in that stage of their life cycle.

So it was something of a surprise to hear a crinkle as I sat on the couch. I skooched to the left. More crinkles. I slid quietly off and waited for the next noise. Nothing. Wait, there was a clear plastic corner peeking out of the Grand Chesterfield Canyon. I leaped for the camouflaging cushion.

There they were! The AWOL group of insurgents who had escaped the baskets a month ago. They were an experienced company. I didn't think I had given much notice, but I almost lost them as they moved further down the canyon. They were stiff, quiet, and a little worse for wear under my review. I guess they knew they were in trouble. Now all I had to do was debrief them without panicking . "Gen, pass me that candy bowl..."