The Tiny Terror Strikes Again

My key lime pie loving cat sits on my desk, his paw precariously perched upon the numbers key.

He waits, figuring out his human slave shall be operating towards the lavatory quickly.

When I return, a whole web page of my doc appears like this:  7777777777777777777777777777777, and so on.

He watches because the inconvenient 2-legged opener-of-catfood-cans ingests espresso blended with a Walmart dietary complement.  That, he gained’t drink, however he likes to shred the field.

I do know — what does that need to do with a key lime pie consuming kitty?

He loves Stash Irish breakfast tea with honey, too.

I regarded up among the issues cats have been caught consuming:

• Corn on the cob
• Apples
• Asparagus
• Potato Chips
• Cardboard
• Tortilla’s
• Coconut
• Earplugs

Somehow, his selection of key lime pie doesn’t appear so unusual.  As you may see, the Tiny Terror is kind of content material to sleep after capturing and disposing of my key lime pie:

If you’re questioning why my knee is in the best way, it’s to forestall him from falling.  When I’m not at my desk, the workplace chair is turned towards my Tiny Terror.

I’ve, previously, obtained the brunt of his claws when he falls off his perch.  He can go from soundly sleeping, to clawing and screeching, in a second — and he has no drawback grabbing no matter is obtainable.

Usually, that’s my arm…or shoulder…or leg.  The 20 12 months outdated workplace chair is expendable, and my physique components aren’t as simply repaired.

Yes, the Tiny Terror strikes once more, if it isn’t an assault in opposition to my defenseless pie, it’s my shoulder, leg, or arm,…however more often than not, he captures my coronary heart.

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