In the kitchen with Sasha Louise
Greetings inferior human bipeds,
This weekend was quite eventful. Mom has been off rehearsing for the big dance show, as well as hanging out with J, so I've been acting out. Mom used to cook more at home, and I always enjoyed jumping up on the stove and licking her pans, with or without food in them. I remember once she left an uncooked meatloaf unattended for merely a few seconds, and I had a great time licking it.
Well, now that she's hooked up with J and his cat, she cooks over there now. Apparently J's cat is too fat to jump up on the counters, so she can cook cathair-free. Once again though, I've outsmarted her. Yesterday she pulled out her big glass casserole dish, because she was going to make her fabulous Chicken Parmesean over at J's house. Well, I decided to use her casserole dish as a napping spot. I curled right up in it, and fit nicely. Mom wasn't happy with the CAT-serole. To make things even better, she reheated some turkey and gravy, and was eating on her coffee table. Because she was ignoring me, I sat in the middle of her plate. I ended up with gravy all over my butt, but it was worth seeing her jump up and start yelling.
In other news, I think she's worn out her welcome with Cat L., (J's cat). When she stays over, Cat leaves pooplettes right by the front door, rather than in the litter box. This is her way of sending a hint.
This weekend was quite eventful. Mom has been off rehearsing for the big dance show, as well as hanging out with J, so I've been acting out. Mom used to cook more at home, and I always enjoyed jumping up on the stove and licking her pans, with or without food in them. I remember once she left an uncooked meatloaf unattended for merely a few seconds, and I had a great time licking it.
Well, now that she's hooked up with J and his cat, she cooks over there now. Apparently J's cat is too fat to jump up on the counters, so she can cook cathair-free. Once again though, I've outsmarted her. Yesterday she pulled out her big glass casserole dish, because she was going to make her fabulous Chicken Parmesean over at J's house. Well, I decided to use her casserole dish as a napping spot. I curled right up in it, and fit nicely. Mom wasn't happy with the CAT-serole. To make things even better, she reheated some turkey and gravy, and was eating on her coffee table. Because she was ignoring me, I sat in the middle of her plate. I ended up with gravy all over my butt, but it was worth seeing her jump up and start yelling.
In other news, I think she's worn out her welcome with Cat L., (J's cat). When she stays over, Cat leaves pooplettes right by the front door, rather than in the litter box. This is her way of sending a hint.
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