Surrender

I've forgiven Cam for his faux pas yesterday. The pieces of fresh chicken didn't hurt in his quest to gain back my favor. Neither did the devoted lap time.

REALLY enjoyed the lap time, as I could tell Josh was steaming. He was sitting at Cam's feet while we soaked up the comfortable recliner. Cam's hand kept getting tangled in Josh's hair until I'd gently nudge it back. PET THE CAT, NOT THE BRAT.

When they finally retired upstairs, I took up my post in the window overlooking the garden. Can't see outside until all the lights go out downstairs. It took a good thirty minutes but it finally made an appearance. Ahhhhh, I can SO imagine that possum on a spit over a fire. My mouth was watering and my heart was racing when all of a sudden my mewsings were interrupted by the mutt from next door. Buxley (what IS it about stupid pet names??!) tore through the yard at breakneck speed, slobbering and barking his fool head off. Dinner slipped under the fence at the back of the yard, leaving Buxley with a flattened nose when he tried to follow. He barked, as if THAT would solve anything. A moment later I heard the window go up and Josh yell at Bux to stop barking, which made Cam tell Josh to stop yelling. The cat IS the superior being. I would have had Dinner without a sound. Time for breakfast. FEED THE CAT.