(Zoey is staring longingly towards the public park behind our apartment because a little girl just went in there. Before she went, she pointed at Zoey and exclaimed, 'Pretty kitty!' Zoey started following her.)
Mama: Where do you think you're going, Little Miss?
Zoey: Duh, Mom, I'm going to my adoring public!
(This is the face Zoey makes when she is pleased about something. Incidentally, I text this photo to my Mom and she text back, "Look at that girl(Zoey)'s arrogant pose! She must think she's the Queen of Sheba!' I think my Mom is on to something!)
Lalo: So you steal MY nap chair, acting like you got something mighty important to do...
Lalo: ...and watch Buffy the Vampire Slayer rerun streams?
Lalo: It's a crime, I tell you! A beautiful spring day like this? A rare, beautiful day when you're not hurting so bad?? And me, so handsome and perky?! We should be outside sniffing bushes, woman!
Mama: But Lalo, today's Monday. It's when the yard work people come and scare you half to death with all the noise? (As if on cue, this is exactly the moment when a leaf blower started up right under our window--which is why Lalo's body is moving into 'alert' position--he jumped down from the desk a moment later!)
Last year, I decided to host a Easter Duck Hunt for the kitties. I waited until they were on the patio, sunning themselves, and quietly opened a jar of freeze-dried duck breast to hide around the house. I hid a piece on top of the cat tower, and one at the bottom. A big piece under the couch, just within paw's reach, and another small one around the corner. On top of the bookshelf and under the bed, even a few just inside one of the empty bathroom cabinets they like to open/hide in.
I was having a good time walking around the house and emptying the jar's contents into the nooks and crannies. With just a handful left, I was wondering if I should put that in a pile somewhere--the 'mother load,' if you will--when I turned around and found Zoey hot on my trial. That sneaky little brat had been following me around the whole house, munching away! So much for the Easter Duck Hunt! We ended up setting the remaining treats out for a very confused and cautious Lalo while Zoey watched from a distance (held down so she can't steal anymore treats from Lalo)! Below are the evidence photos from last year:
Lalo: All these treats, just for me?? Thanks Mama! *nom* *nom*
Zoey: Noooooooo! Unhand me, brute! What kind of 'Easter Duck Hunt' is this?! It's more like 'Easter Cat Torture!'