Post 567: Where’s Andy, Dougy?

It’s one of those days. I have Andy’s medicine loaded up and in the refrigerator, waiting for the little rascal to screw up and get caught. Only one problem: I can’t find him anywhere, so must ask his brother, “Where’s Andy, Dougy?” He just gives me a dull stare back, like, “Mrow!?”

Then, moments before 1:00 PM, I notice something rare and curious on the cat tree.

What, what, what? There seems to be one extra arm in this picture, and it's pointed a different direction than Dougy, on top.

What, what, what? There seems to be one extra arm in this picture, and it’s pointed a different direction than Dougy, on top.

Curious, eh?! I just asked Dougy where his brother is, and I get a blank stare. There seems to be perfidy or conspiracy afoot…or both!

Yeah! Dougy averts his eyes. He knew. He knew! Pfft!

Yeah! Dougy averts his eyes. He knew. He knew! Pfft!

Whatever you do…

...don't look in the devil-cat's eyes!

…don’t look in the devil-cat’s eyes!

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Andy managed to hide long enough to avoid his medicine today. No good kitty. No “good kitty” treats.