Tuesday, June 16, 2009
I was doing something unnecessary on the computer when I heard an angry banging noise from the room where (among other things) the kitty litter box is kept. I peeked thru the door and saw the Drama Queen in front of the box (it’s one of the covered kind, for privacy dontchaknow), pounding on it with a furious look on her face. She looks mad at the world most of the time, but judging from her expression right then she was in a Category Five snit.
I went to check if she was perhaps displeased that the box did not meet her exacting standards of cleanliness and saw that Reserve Cat was sitting in there. Just sitting. Not…ahem!…using the facility. Just sitting and perhaps thinking deep thoughts. Deep, quiet, satisfying, male thoughts. All that was missing was the newspaper.
Anyway, Her Majesty noticed me laughing at her. My days are numbered.