Smelling food, I instinctively walk into the kitchen. One of the little humans is cooking. Umm, smells good.
I stop dead in my tracks. Glancing around I spot my sister Sasha and my little brother Salem nearby, “Hide!” I shout.
Once we are safely hidden, Salem turns to me, “Why are we hiding?”
In between pants, I reply, “One of the little humans is flipping pancakes with our litter box scoop.”
A grin spreads across Salem’s face, “But that isn’t our fault.”
“I know, but our human is almost done eating. Do you want to be around when she finds out?”
Ewwwwwww!!!
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Yep. Now you know why me must hide out for a bit. There might be some yelling soon.
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That can ruin a breakfast!
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Oh yeah!!
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Noooo!! The horror!!!
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The little humans aren’t the best cooks in the house, sadly.
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I could say the same thing about the other big human who lives in this house š
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Ha! True, the big human’s aren’t much better.
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I’m coming to think you are wise beyond your years, Suki. Ever think of becoming a cat shrink?
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No, I think Salem might pound my head in if I tell him I’m thinking of becoming a shrink. He’s like that sometimes.
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Ewwww, gross!
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I know, right? Humans, what nuts.
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Hmm – wonder what the little human would have used to scoop the litter?
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I don’t know. I used to find their toys in there. Little humans are weirder than big humans sometimes.
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