HELPING MOMMIE WITH THE TAXES
Since the weather was cold yesterday Mommie decided it was time to work on her income tax return. Mommie sometimes waits till the last minute to do things. She says “I work better
with a deadline.” Whatever that means.
As she always does, she spread the information into piles on the bed. Apparently that is her sorting system. She invited me to get on the bed so I could do my nine to ten hour afternoon
nap. I jumped up on the bed as she asked.
Unfortunately, it was much more fun to play in the piles of paper. She tried to lure me to the pillow where I always sleep, but that piece of tuna didn't do the trick yesterday. I was more interested
in jumping (and sleeping) on the receipts. Deep down I know Mommie didn't want to scold me, but she did. Mommie is not a happy camper when it comes to taxes; she hates the job and I was making it worse for her.
I finally went to the pillow
when Mommie said, through gritted teeth, “get off the bed.” I knew she really meant for me to get off the receipts.
By the way what are “gritted teeth”?
WHEN MOMMIE'S AWAY. . . .
Yesterday when Mommie went to town, she left Patches and me alone in the house. Since I already had my nine hours of morning / afternoon sleep, I decided to do some exploring. In Mommie's office
I found some paperwork to “rearrange”. I knocked off the telephone to the floor and scratched the leather on Uncle Tom's chair. Patches was still getting his “beauty sleep” (and, boy does he need that!!) so he wasn't around to tattle.
Then I went to the dining room. I spotted a big yellow ball on top of the china hutch and decided I really needed to get to it. I jumped on top of the table (no problem), then onto the antique china cabinet which is a couple feet away from
the table and a couple feet closer to the hutch (a little harder to do). My last jump was about eighteen inches from the cabinet and two feet taller. I did my best Superman jump.
SUCCESS!! I was on top of the hutch. That ball was a balloon
that bacon (Keith) lost yesterday when he was here. When I reached for it, P-O-P. That scared me so much I almost lost my balance on the narrow ledge on the hutch.
That POP brought Patches as fast he could run. He looked at me with his
“I'm-going-to-tell-Mommie eyes”. I had a lot worse problem than Patches – the antique cabinet had a sharp crown around the top. I didn't notice it when I jumped, but looking from atop the hutch, the odds looked awful. I shut my eyes and jumped.
I'm here to tell you I made it (barely) and Patches felt so sorry for me he didn't even tattle. Mommie found the office mess and scolded both of us. After all, Patches could have been the one to scratch the chair.