the swine thieves
dinner time. leftover pork chop from last night. yum. i heart swine. take the black bowl out of the fridge, remove the plastic wrap. phone rings. go into main room of the house to answer it. oh hi, yes, how are you? blah blah blah ... 20 minutes pass, back to the kitchen i go.
the black bowl is EMPTY.
funny, i dont see any fuzzy black things crawling about the floor either. where could they be? under the bed perhaps?
look under the bed. there's the pork bone. and there's Q and Jazz licking their lips, satisfied with their dinner - with MY dinner. not one ounce of guilt on their faces.
OK, evil black kittens, you win this round.
oh well, guess i'm making chicken for dinner! grumble grumble grumble ...
the black bowl is EMPTY.
funny, i dont see any fuzzy black things crawling about the floor either. where could they be? under the bed perhaps?
look under the bed. there's the pork bone. and there's Q and Jazz licking their lips, satisfied with their dinner - with MY dinner. not one ounce of guilt on their faces.
OK, evil black kittens, you win this round.
oh well, guess i'm making chicken for dinner! grumble grumble grumble ...