|And this doggy sister went wee|
wee wee wee, in Mum's
I've told you before that Mum is a Bad Human.
This time, even she thinks she is. She even went mad at herself.
You see, sometimes her lupus makes her have a thing called "brain fog". It means she doesn't think properly. Sometimes, Fanta and I can use that to our advantage and trick her into thinking she hasn't given us our dinner, and make her give us another one. (Although now Mr D does most of our feeding, and he never forgets if he's fed us.)
Anyway, tonight, Mum was about to go to bed, when she found a puddle in her room. Fanta had weed in there. Mum got mad at Fanta, and said Fanta was supposed to say when she needed to go out.
Of course Fanta cried because she got into trouble.
Then Mum remembered Fanta had tried to tell her something earlier.
Fanta was climbing on her and I was biting her earlier. Mum had thought we were trying to trick her into giving us a second dinner, and she told us to go away. (I really wanted a second dinner, too.)
She didn't stop to think Fanta might be trying to tell her something else. She didn't think "the back door's locked for the night and Fanta can't get out the doggy door if she needs to go."
She didn't stop to think, "Fanta's a great big dog with a fat behind who couldn't get into a litter tray, even if she was smart enough to know how to use one."
Oh no, she just thought if we were both jumping on her at the same time, we both wanted the same thing.
So when Mum realised that she was mad at herself. Then she was upset because she got mad at herself.
Now Mum and Fanta are both upset and trying to comfort each other and clean up, and no-one's paying any attention to anything I might be attempting, which is just great.
Now, I can see why this animal food cupboard door is childproof, and even why it might be dogproof. But why is it catproof? I've seen both Mum and Mr D do this, so I know it can be done. I just can't seem to get a grip. Maybe it's one of those opposable thumb things. There must be another way.
Oh, are you still here? Well, move along, then. Nothing to see here. (Unless you go laugh at Mum and Fanta.) It's just an innocent cat in the kitchen, innocently minding his own business. All perfectly innocent. Did I say "innocent"? Innocent.
Until next time we meet in the Bloggosphere,
Supreme Feline Overlord,
Owner of a Very Bad Human.