MaeMae (the cat) walked up to the crappy little fence that prevents the dog from leaping onto the back bank as we were out there burning off some energy.
More accurately, the dog burns off energy… I just get more exhausted.
MaeMae: Carry me into the house.
Me: Beg pardon?
MaeMae: I want to go sleep on your bed. That damn dog is in between me and the door. Carry me.
Me: What’s the magic word?
MaeMae: Deadgopheronyourpillow.
I reached over and scooped her up. The dog, appalled, watched as I walked her over to the slider. We’d had them installed several years ago and, as they’re double paned, they’re kinda heavy.
Dog: Why you carry her
Me, shooting her a disbelieving look: Are you kidding? You keep trying to jump on her head.
Dog: I no hurt her I want to play
Cat, snorting: Play. She thinks I’m a toy and have you SEEN what she does to those “indestructible” things you give her? You should be asking for double your money back or something because they have a half life of like five minutes.
Me: True, that. We could fund retirement with it.
I slid it open, deposited the cat and guess who went straight after her as I tried to wrench the door shut?
Pandemonium. I shouted for the dog, the cat screamed obscenities and the dog howled with glee as she back-flipped off the sofa after grinning manically in the cat’s face.
I don’t know about the cat, but I’d need significant trauma counseling after that.
The puppy, understanding (of course) she’d done wrong, crawled under the Big Blue Chair (BBC). I personally love the BBC as it is, well, big, and it flips out into a decently comfortable single bed when needed. Granny hated it when she slept on it, but I guess I was a little biased because Christmas 2022 I got Covid and lived in my office for two weeks. My first night I spent on a camp bed, which was colder than a penguin’s chuff.
No, I don’t know what a chuff is, but I’d wager to guess it’s damn cold.
Anyway, the next night I slept on the BBC, and waaaaaaaaaay more comfortable (the cold didn’t seep in through the mattress.)
Getting off topic again, sorry. So the BBC has sufficient room to (mostly) hide a half-grown lab underneath it, although nowadays, various body parts tend to stick out. In this instance, it was her head, as she scoped out the situation.
Dog: Sorry didn’t mean to scare you
MaeMae: You’re like… some… freaked out Cerberus…
Dog: Serry what
MaeMae: Didn’t you pay attention in Greek mythology?
Dog: …
MaeMae: (sighing) of course you didn’t.
I grabbed for the dog’s collar as her head popped back under the BBC. ”Oh, no you don’t!” as I grabbed a paw and helped her out from her hiding spot. She pouted as she was directed to the door.
It seems like we’re in a teenage phase with this girl. One, she doesn’t seem to understand gentleness and two, she’s like the cat in that she considers whether she wants to do what she’s asked.
Beloved says Miss M went through this stage as well when she was growing up, but I just don’t remember it this bad.
Examining Misadventures 