Sunday, March 22, 2009

All's Well That Ends Well

From Washie:
If the Big Yellow Monster that lives in the front closet isn't enough...

We usually know when Deer is planning on taking that crazy thing out for its weekly walk. When Macks goes to the front closet, it's usually a good thing as that's where our Bird Toy lives and he likes to make it play with us! However, when Deer does, it can only mean one thing.

She totally messed us up this weekend though - she was gone on Saturday morning when she normally takes that #$(*! thing out. When she came home, we were pleasantly snoozing in the warm, Spring sun in the bedroom. Apparently, she didn't want to bug us so she went about some cleaning first, including this weird thing where she gives the kitchen floor a BATH!!! After a while, there wasn't anything left to do but to take the Monster out. Maddie was already safe and sound in another room but I was trapped, TRAPPED, I tell you, in the bedroom. There's only one way out to the Safe Room (aka the spare room nestled behind Deer's pretty string boxes) and that's through the kitchen.

Unfortunately, the floor hadn't completely dried after its bath. That wasn't about to stop me
though and I was determined to make it to safety. Like a speeding bullet, I started across the wet floor, only to skid and slide and skid some more! The best thing to do when that happens is to puff out your tail and give Deer a good loud hiss to show my obvious displeasure with her! She tried to help me out by carrying me across the wet floor (why do you people feel compelled to give the floor a bath?!?) and into the Panic Room, but I was pretty mad at her and I hissed some more. I think she got the point.

It took a while for me to forgive her, but the warm sunshine certainly helped restore my good humor. I think she felt pretty bad 'cause she gave me a fishie treat and treated the belly to a good scratch and nuzzle.

My tummy is pretty cute:

Even Maddie couldn't resist!

1 comment:

Nancy said...

Oh my god, that is the funniest Washington story I have ever heard -- even better than when he used to attempt to jump onto the bathtub ledge and fall into the bath! I can't imagine what it must have been like to try to carry him across the wet kitchen floor... omg, still laughing here...