“Hide-and-Seek” and “I Spy” by Bowls The Cat

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"H" is for Hide-and-Seek

“H” is for Hide-and-Seek

"I" is for I Spy

“I” is for I Spy

***Note from Mama Bread Baker***

Bowls the Cat was found last night at Sonic after he escaped on “D” day. This is some of what he wrote. Chief and I, and all the Crumbsnatchers are happy to have him home.

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It’s been six days since Sweet Pea took me for a ride in her snazzy, jazzy car to get a Reese’s Pieces Blizzard from Sonic. Boyfriend2.0 went with her, and I decided it would be fun to play a game of hide-and-seek with them. So, after I got my ice cream I jumped out of her car and hid.

Sweet Pea & Boyfriend2.0 immediately started playing and I barely had time to pick good spot. They found me real quick.

I hate losing, but I figured we had time for Two-Out-Of-Three. So, when they put me back in the car, I jumped out the other door before Boyfriend2.0 could close it, and I hid again.

I know Sweet Pea was having fun because she brought some friends along to play our game. They looked everywhere while I snickered at them from my super-secret hiding spot. Sweet Pea even called Mama Bread Baker and Chief Money Maker to join in the fun. I was thrilled because they hardly ever leave the house.

Just between you and me, those lazy bums could use the exercise, know what I mean?

Anyway, it’s day six and they still haven’t found me. How good am I, huh?

MBB put up all these bright yellow fliers with my picture on it. Cheater. I’ll have to teach her a lesson about integrity when I’m announced the winner of this on-going, tedious game.

I’ll cut her some slack, though, because she was surely trying to one-up CMM. Those two make everything a contest. So tiresome.

The picture she used for the fliers wasn’t my favorite. I’d just eaten and felt all bloated and stuff. I hadn’t even washed my hair yet that day, and obviously, MBB hadn’t vacuumed that rug in weeks.

Bowls Reward

I wish she’d used the one with me and that smelly dog they insist upon calling my “brother.” It showed my best side, if I do say so myself. Hint…it’s my butt.

So I’m just sitting here, shellacking, waiting for MBB and her new friend, Beth, to come back and play the game today. They’ve been coming every day. A couple times they tried to trick me by coming out at night, but I’m not falling for that. No way, Guadalupe!

I did start to feel sorry for them, so I decided to help them out a little. I let the Sonic manager see me this morning. Then he called MBB and her new friend, Beth.

“I’m 99% sure it’s him,” he said.

Geez, you would think for as long as I sat there he’d be a 100% sure. Humans. No confidence whatsoever.

So now MBB’s brought a new friend to help her out. MBB called her Colleen and told her that she’d been married to Chief for 2 years today and all she wants is to win this game.

I should probably give up. I’m so much smarter than my people. If I wait until they actually find me, I’ll grow gray in the whiskers and I don’t really want to live at Sonic forever–no matter how good their Blizzards are!

Sweet Pea and her friends gave up a couple of hours ago. MBB and Colleen haven’t spotted me yet. Now here comes CMM. He’s got the flashlight and he’s checking all around.

Awwww, man. Beth just opened some deliciously smelly mackrel.

preppin' bait... yum.

preppin’ bait… yum. (Photo credit: tiny.tussle)

That’s a low blow. How am I supposed to resist that? Ok, ok. I give.

I’m tired anyway. It’s time to go home.

Very tired Kitty-Boy after 6 days of Hide-and-Seek

Very tired Kitty-Boy after 6 days of Hide-and-Seek

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It’s Back to School Again…Time to Close the Blinds and Do the Nekkid Happy Dance!

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It seems like just yesterday I was bemoaning the fact that the crumb snatchers were out of school for the summer.  Ok, so actually it WAS yesterday and every day of summer break. But, school resumes August 6th and I’m as giddy as a trailer park bride on her first shopping trip with her new “Big Daddy’s” credit card!

The summer flew by quickly.  I’m remorseful that I didn’t accomplish all the goals I set at the beginning.  We ticked off a trip to the Pink Palace, a day at Pickwick, a beach vacation, and identified most of the strains of algae growing in the man cave.  Unfortunately, we ran out of time before we could visit the Civil Rights Museum, or tag the source of the mordacious odor in the mini-van. 

Milestones were reached this summer.  Wolfy obtained his learner’s permit and has been driving Chief Money Maker up and down Bartlett’s sidewalks ever since. 

Clear the sidewalks….Wolfy’s got a driver permit!

The Nephew flew from the nest after we shoved him out and now resides in a Midtown apartment with a friend.  And, because being one talking dog away from a sitcom wasn’t enough, we now have Manning the cat. 

Let’s get this clear right now…You may write about me, but I have full editorial rights. Capiche?

I’ve never owned a cat—but I hear neither has anyone else.  It has been a 3:30 in the morning, something has pounced on Chief Money Maker’s face scaring the bejeezus out of him experience.  I have also learned to check around corners for this mini panther before exposing my remaining toes.  Jumper the Dog, once ruler of the corner section of the sofa, now gracefully bows to the gentle “no-no” pats from Manning as he lounges in Jumper’s former spot.  I’ve shown the cat the house deed identifying us as the owners, but he’s disinterested in this information.

This last week of summer will be filled with to-do lists, shopping lists, school supply lists, and large swigs from “Mommy’s special juice cup”, although I don’t think I’m fooling the crumb snatchers with that one any longer.  We’ll venture out for Tax Free Weekend to snag supplies and clothes.  I did a quick browse of the Tennessee Department of Revenue’s tax free directory to make sure the items on our list were exempt.  

I was surprised to learn that protective wear—defined as items for human wear and designed as protection of the wearer against injury or disease or as protections against damage or injury of other persons or property—is not covered.  Maybe they set off the school’s metal detectors? However, garters, garter belts, girdles, bras, and corsets are covered.  That’s as ludicrous as Paula Dean heading up a New York City tourism council.  “Hey ya’ll.  Come on out and visit us and take a ride on our underground choo-choos!”  

New York City Subway

New York City Subway (Photo credit: http2007)

As we approach the glorious Back to School season, I’ll leave you with George Washington Carver’s words of wisdom—“Education is the key to unlock the golden door of freedom.”  If it also unlocks the mystery of the odoriferous smell in the mini-van, I’d be ecstatic. 

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