Salem gets right up in my face today, “Smell my breath.”
“No.”
“Come on, smell it.”
I paw him, “I’d rather lick a dog.”
“Come on,” he grins real wide and throws a big puff of bad breath at me causing my whiskers to curl, “guess what I just ate?”
He trots in a circle around me smiling. Then he leans in and says, “BB-Q ribs! I ate our human’s BB-Q rib. And it was gooood.”
My eyes widen. I glance around the room. Before I can say anything, I hear our human.
“SAAAALLLLEM!!!”
“Oh shit! Gotta go,” All that is left is a few hairs floating in the air when she walks up. You can tell it’s going to be one of those days.
Hahaha! Poor Salem! Yep, might be a long Saturday.
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Yep. I need a nap already.
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Salem certainly has unique cat tastes.
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Oh, he’ll eat anything. Almost. Not very discriminating, you know?
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At least she didn’t think you did it!
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I know! I would have to kill him.
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You have to love Salem’s joie de vivre. He’s going for the gusto without consideration of the consequences … probably knowing that a multitude of sins will be forgiven when you’re cute and cuddly 😉
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So true, he goes belly up sometimes trying to look cute and our human always falls for it.
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