
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.
Nothing suspicious at all …
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I know, right? He’s a doofus.
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Maybe a jolt of caffeine?
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Little bit! Maybe not so good for cats.
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omg – hilarious!
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He’s a nut. Any cats living with you?
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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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Wonderful! I love the names, so Etch and Sketch are siblings? Wow, they must have fun with each other! Just like Salem and I!
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Poor Salem! Sounds like curiosity got him.
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Oh yeah!
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