Pussy Whipped

It only took a second for our sweet little kitten to swipe a slice of turkey off the sandwich I was making this morning. I’d gone to the fridge for mayo and got back just in time to see her dragging some deli meat across the floor. Even the dogs were astounded.

This all started back in June. My wife called and said she had a Father’s Day surprise for me. What could it be? Perhaps it’s a kayak! An iPhone maybe? Surely she didn’t miss the hints I’d dropped about that ridiculously expensive lens for my camera.

None of the above. It was a kitten. Look! See how cute she was. Was.

Now she is the cat from hell, climbing all over everything, stealing food, jumping into the refrigerator, knocking stuff off the shelves —and since we now have three cats I figure we’re just one away from the quota for being crazy cat people.

If this looks like fun to you, good news: the cat adoption folks, Whiskers, is having a cat sale. This month you can adopt one for just $50 instead of $100. Half off? What a deal —but if you’d care to make me an offer maybe I could save you some money.

Meanwhile, if I offer you a sandwich…

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