So the Boss and I have been getting along okay for an extended while.
Then this morning, as I was half awake and half asleep this little Pillow Panther broke out of his hunter’s trot and bit me on the face!
I picked him up, taking advantage of the only edge I have over him (i.e., opposable thumbs) and held him upside down, all four paws facing skyward as I shouted at him: “This is what happens when you meet a stranger in the Alps, Larry!”
He looked at me, upside down as he was, as if I might be crazy. (Or maybe he was wondering who “Larry” is.)
I lowered him slowly on the bed and he ran out of the room.
I think I may have averted the first wave of the inevitable kitty revolution we all know is coming some day.
Ha-HAH!
Go lick your feet, invader and usurper!
Your superior intellect has no chance of overpowering my feeble weapons!
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