She, on the other hand, has filled her time with CHEATING ON ME!
I saw her get the yarn out and knit. I then
So, while practically leaping out of my fur with excitement, I managed to calm myself and watch patiently as she took two finished catnip biscuits, stood up, walked toward me, placed them in a mailing envelope, and took them out the freakin' door!
Of course, I confronted her and she denied, denied, denied. Blatant excuses that, with every "deny," became easier to accept as she coupled her words with ear scritches. (I'm not made of wood, people...)
She even went so far to tell me that I had dreamed the entire thing. Hey...it can happen! I have been known to do really odd things on asleep after taking Ambien (sleep-eating, sleep-farting, sleep-making crank phone calls to Tom Cruise, etc.), so I thought she might right.
Well, guess what yours truly found today!
Felix. With a freakin' CATNIP BISCUIT!
Oscar. With...what the...ANOTHER CATNIP BISCUIT?!
Apparently, Ms. Benedict Arnold sent some delectable nuggets to
So, what have we learned about Agents with too much time on their hands? Apparently, they don't try to cleverly spin/adamantly deny the recent gossip about me pooping outside the litter box...or attempt to get me starring roles in major films!
Instead, they knit fragrant, hand-made-with-love toys for OTHER FREAKIN' CATS!
I'd give her the silent treatment, but wouldn't that be more of a reward?