Post 365: A rippin’ good time!

I mentioned how a political mailer from my congressman, Adrian Smith, won’t stay in the wastepaper basket because my cats keep salvaging it for “cat reasons”, whatever those might be.

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“Umm..Andy!? Was ist los? ‘Sup, kitty!?” Andy looks mighty suspicious from where I am. What’s he hiding?

"Nothin' much. Mind your own business! I'm not talkin' with you"

“Nothin’ much. Mind your own business! I’m not talkin’ with you”

All the more suspicious, I’ll say. I need to get to the bottom of whatever is going on. The cats obey me, not the other way around. Right? It’s looking like that dang mailer again.

“Scat, cat!” It may be his territory to occupy and defend, but it is an eyesore and trash to me.

Andy pretends to preen and clean...till he can return to the scene.

Andy pretends to preen and clean…till he can return to the scene.

I toss the mailer one more time, and forget about it.

Later, I return to the scene.

"#A&%^#A cat!" Andy (most likely) slipped the mailer out of the trash once again, and has been playing with it. It's a bit more worn out now. Maybe I can finally toss it one day, shredded to pieces.

“#A&%^#A cat!” Andy (most likely) slipped the mailer out of the trash once again, and has been playing with it. It’s a bit more worn out now. Maybe I can finally toss it one day, shredded to pieces.

Andy’s had a rippin’ good time, it seems….