Monday, September 21, 2009

Tales of Maddie Black

...or should it be tails, mateys? Yaar and avast, lubber scum! Lock up your vittles and guard your vitals, or Maddie the Pirate--

Well, enough of that. Apparently you humans recently observed something called Talk Like a Pirate Day. I'm sorry to say the things you do to amuse yourselves can be rather stupid.

Which is not to say I don't indulge myself in a bit of piracy now and then. If Macks and Deer are so incautious as to leave delicious baked goods unattended it's only right and natural that I invoke the right of salvage and claim them for myself!

Pita in a lunchbag? Mine to plunder! Bread in the cupboard? I'll take carbohydrates over pieces of eight! I am Black Maddie, Queen of the Counter-Top!


Max said...

As far as pirate booty goes, Maddie has the booty part figured out anyway...

Nancy said...

You said it, Max -- she's got booty aplenty. Nice job getting photos of her "in action" and the left-behind spoils. Brother Man hasn't done it for a long time, but he used to attack any loaf of bread we were silly enough to leave on the counter -- he'd tear right through the bag and leave a leftover chewed up hunk on the floor. Nummy! (Y'know, Maddie did spend her early years being coached by him, so this sort of activity shouldn't come as a surprise to us.)