Wednesday, June 26, 2013
During my 2 week vacation I locked the Kittehs in the basement. I had bought toddler swimming pools and filled them with water and litter and 40 pounds of food – far more than they would need – and gave them blankies and pillows to sleep on…but somehow I knew they would not appreciate my efforts and would want revenge. I had been living in mortal fear since I returned on the 20th but then l I realized just how insidious their plan was.
They are trying to kill me with guilt. They look at me with huge eyes and give sad little meows, request frequent belly rubs and follow me around so closely I trip or sit on them several times a day.
Guilt I can handle and I will survive the Revenge of the Kittehs.
Or so I thought until this morning, when Rocky decided guilt is too light a punishment and dropped a live wriggling worm in my cereal.
I am doomed.