Wool pulled over eyes

Good intentions ripped away.

Forget “Welcome” or even “Good buy”. Totally jerked out from under foot.

Now a suspicious attempt to pull the wool over my eyes?

Fringe ideas can cause trouble ©

They stood like teenagers in front of parents who had unexpected returned home early to find chaos in the house and kids scrambling frantically over fences and through flowerbeds.

Only they, The German and Molly Malamute, couldn’t manage the lock on the door fast enough.

Trapped at the seam of the grime.

“Well,” called the Realm’s RC Cat as she smugly retreated with carefully paced regal steps, “what did you expect?

Leaving Half Staff in charge while you hop off to enjoy the Dumping of Tea and The Night of the One Two Lanterns.

Knowing full well, that Half Staff is only half trained – marginally prepared. Luckily for Ourselves, the half he did learn is Our half.

The canine corralling? Remedial work obviously required.

We have heard Half Staff referred to as “Better Half”, but after this fiasco, some rethinking might be in order with that.

We shall leave you to it.”

The German shifted uneasily. “I was framed.”

“Hard to frame when there’s proof in the poop, ” Molly snapped.

“Just FYI, there was a scrap of evidence discovered under the couch,” a smooth voice of purrpose called down the hall.

“We doubt it wove its’ own way there. Perhaps someone tried to chase down the ripped culprit, but became infatuated with a game of tag and tug?

Succumbed to a previous addiction, perhaps.

Dogs abandoned to their own vices. No Doggy Manager redirecting, redirecting, redirecting. No tossing of tennis balls. No frantic offering of Greenies as distraction.

Can’t punish the little ones if the Doggy Nanny ignores responsibilities and flies off, no? Consequences for actions, yes?”

The sound of a car caused The German to rush to the door with “Oh, my ride is here. Appreciate missing the hostilities the hospitality and camaraderie.”

“I hear we must guard our coats from moths and someone named Molly. ©

Leaving Molly standing alone. Eyes a little uncertain.

“We could not help it.  We were sitting waiting at the door alone. Half Staff had to go places and we were alooooooone. There was thunder. You know how The German hates thunder.

The bedspread rug folded into our mouths offering comfort. Sacrificing itself. It knew you’d approve. Better than this suffered being pierced, by tooth.”

“I hardly ate anything while you were gone. Food, I mean. 

Felt so abandoned that RC allowed me to seek solace within inches of her Royal Self in her Inner Sanctuary.

She kindly taught me a popular Cat Zen mantra: “Fishy Stink. Fishy Stink.”

RC said if concentration was intense enough Staff would remember that after three days fish and visitors should leave. But then it would have been even more lonely without The German, so I just pretended to chant. Please don’t tell.”

“We knew you were faking it! It’s like the Great Pumpkin. You must believe,” RC Cat snarled.

“We are losing patience. If this little confession session is complete, We would like Our dinner. Then Staff may tell Us about adventures experienced and show photos for Our amusement.

Half Staff mentioned Staff hobbled on cobbles. Stomping on shoemakers is not the way to win friends and influence people. Cordwainers may have unions and wealthy patrons, you know.

Sigh. So much retraining to do. “

Dog Daze of Summer already.

A new doormat may not be necessary, but hope the bedspread lasts the season.

May have to go undercover to get to the bottom of things.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge.

“There she is. Should we make a break for it or go with blaming the cat?”©

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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