A few weeks ago Ms. Patty had the back door partly open while she was talking to Mr. K who was going out to the garage. They refer to that place as a 'man cave'; which reminds me, I need to Google that and find out exactly what it means. Whatever it is, Mr. K is always happy when he comes back from there.
I digress.
Normally, I'm plenty happy being inside the house. But there was a breeze coming through the door and I could smell bird like you wouldn't believe. I could also smell rodent and my goodness, it's been a good long time since I've had one of those. The thought of devouring a plump, delectable mouse had me edging towards the door, ever so stealthily.
Suddenly, I realize Ms. Patty isn't paying any attention to me at all.
So...I dashed out that door right between her legs!
This was my bliss, my nirvana!
Then?? I hear the unmistakeable sound of my treat can being shaken - goodness, the rattle of those nom noms were calling my name. I tried to resist it, my lovelies, but I couldn't. I ran towards the noise and who has that can? Mr. K!! I start to turn back because I figure he's just trying to trick me. But where is Ms. Patty? Rats, she's right behind me! She picked me up and tossed me rather unceremoniously into the house. Sigh... no more rolling in the dust.
I really shouldn't bash Mr. K too much, though he does pick on me a bit he is quite loving. He's even taken to giving me an evening treat (though not every night, I think that's Ms. Patty's rule) by putting the pieces on the corner of the table, then I jump up to get them. Here's young Mr. J learning how to give me them, isn't he cute?? He didn't pull my tail, didn't chase me...what a good little boy.
Speaking of treats, it's getting to be that time. Who will fall prey to my loving nudgies tonight and be persuaded to give me treats?
Ta ta,
Stella
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