Some people think it’s really cool living with a cat.
That’s because they have no idea what their cat is thinking.
Cats look so innocent and sweet. But deep down inside they are plotting how they can get you.
And when they do something mischievous they purr and rub against you and pretend to be ever so innocent.
And the dog always gets blamed.
You wouldn’t believe how many times I get blamed for things that Scratchy does.
I don’t know why everybody looks to me first.
I’m such a perfect dog. I don’t do anything wrong.
It’s always the cat.
I just wish my people would realize that.
When there’s garbage on the floor – it was the cat.
When the covers are messed up on the bed – it was the cat.
When my hair is all over the furniture that I’m not supposed to be on – it was because Scratchy rubbed up against me and put my hair there.
But finally, I’ve caught Scratchy in the act.
He was up to mischief and no way can he deny it.
And I kind of blame my person for this too.
She put food in my dish before I came back in the house.
I can’t help it if there were some new smells outside that I had to check out.
That’s my job, isn’t it? Making sure the yard is safe from anything causing strange odors.
So anyway, when I did come in I caught Scratchy in the act.
And it’s sure good I caught him when I did.
If I’d been a little later I might not have been able to write any more blog posts –
because I would have starved to death.
Don’t ever live with a cat.
P.S. I have some blogging cat friends and they’re okay. They never eat my food.
Yesterday was too embarrassing. Scratchy was harassing me while I was locked in dog jail and I couldn’t get out.
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