I see Salem in the kitchen pacing back and forth frantically.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing. Why? What makes you think something’s up? Nothing’s up.”

I eyeball him. “What. Did. You. Do?”

He stands still for a scant second, “I took a drink of that,” he points a shaking paw at our human’s coffee cup.

He goes back to pacing at a jaguar’s speed, back and forth, mumbling, “Oh no, I don’t know what to do, it was bitter anyway and not worth it so she shouldn’t yell, I hope she doesn’t yell, do you think she’ll know it was me?” His paws twitch from time to time as he talks.

I shake my head, “She won’t suspect a thing.”

I walk away rolling my eyes so hard I worry they might not go back into the forward position.

10 thoughts on “#She’llNeverSuspectAThing

      1. Yes, indeed… After ‘Ferdinand’, a tuxedo cat, passed at a mature age a few months ago, i got a new kitten who turns 6 months old today. My grown son and i adopted litter-mates from the local shelter, and we arrange play dates for them at least weekly. Named them Etch and Sketch.

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