Post 479: My best bud is a bad boy today!

A big pile of magazines and newspapers accumulated during the five weeks of family visits. I made a 50%-60% dent in the pile since the last of my family returned home, but I still have a lot of reading to go.

Here's the pile. Yep! That's Dougy in the background, being a bad boy by walking on the table!

Here’s the pile. Yep! That’s Dougy in the background, being a bad boy by walking on the table!

I had to excuse Dougy, though. I’d put the cat toy on the table instead of up high where I usually do after the boys tire out. It seems one of the boys still had some play left in him!

Andy decided to rest in his favorite place by the front door....

Andy decided to rest in his favorite place by the front door….

I heard a thump behind me when I took Andy’s photo. This is what I found:

The toy the boys played with moments before  and my partially read TIME magazine were on the floor. Dougy was on top of the magazine, ripping it up!

The toy the boys played with moments before and my partially read TIME magazine were on the floor. Dougy was on top of the magazine, ripping it up!

“Ohhhh! Grrrr! I’ll show you, Dougy! I’m making a video about how naughty you are! Bad boy! What a bad kitty!”

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I’ve mentioned another toy the boys fixate on. It ends up all over the house. One or the other cat will carry it, taunting the other with this favorite toy. Today, one of them dropped it on the floor between their water fountain and their feeding station. Most mornings, I find it on the floor by my bed, evidence I’ve had a visitor or two in the night and didn’t know it!

This toy is out all the time. I never know where I'll find it each day or during the day. Andy and Dougy carry it around like a trophy, taunting each other with it!

This toy is out all the time. I never know where I’ll find it each day or during the day. Andy and Dougy carry it around like a trophy, taunting each other with it!

Post 421: …no bad doggies here…!

Perhaps Andy knows something about this.

Perhaps Andy knows something about this.

Things were askew. Once again, trash strewn on the floor by an overturned wastepaper basket caught the corner of my eye.

Suspicious. There's that Smith political mailer chunk I keep tossing away...! How can that be?

Suspicious. There’s that Smith political mailer chunk I keep tossing away…! How can that be?

Just curious or...?!

Just curious or…?!

...part of an organized wastepaper basket marauders gang of bad kitty cats!? (And Dougy is the lookout!)

…part of an organized wastepaper basket marauders gang of bad kitty cats!? (And Dougy is the lookout!)

Well, there are no bad doggies here, so I have my answer. Bad boys! Bad! Bad! Bad!

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….