A. Marie Silver

A. Marie Silver

Dear Diary – The Invasion of the Little Thing has begun

Dear Diary,

Somehow I just knew this was going to happen. Even though I specifically requested from Jesus, Santa Cat and Momma that nobody teach the Little Thing how to move around; somebody apparently went against my orders.

Yes that’s right, Diary.  The Little Thing has figured out how to get around the house.  At first it was amusing.  I’d stand on the other side of the room and watch him roll into the furniture.  I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.  I mean I’m talking about hours of free entertainment.  First he’d roll into the wall and then he’d roll into the coffee table.  One time he rolled into Little Missy.

But now…..now there’s intent and purpose in his movement.  He crawls on his belly all over the house.  It’s terrifying!

One time he actually trapped me in my litter box.  He was coming straight for me while I was trying to do my business.  I knew for sure he was going to eat me.  Fortunately Momma saved the day.  She pulled him away and distracted him with something else so I could make my escape.

Today, while the Little Thing was taking his nap Momma went to the store.  (Boy-Dadda was home just in case any one was wondering.)  She came back with this big colorful gate/cage thing.  Then, she and Boy-Dadda set it up around my litter box.  I thought to myself, “Are they nuts?  That’s not going to keep me away from my litter box.”  What were they thinking? 

After Momma had it all set up, I walked right over to her, gave her a really dirty look and then jumped right into the caged in area.  Try to keep me away from my litter box.  I don’t think so.

When the Little Thing woke up from his nap, Momma brought him downstairs and I watched as he began to get into things.  I watched him chew on blocks and grab Little Missy’s tail while I sat behind the barricade – right next to my pan.  Then the unthinkable happened.  The Little Thing saw me and started to make his move.  I remained calm and watched.  When he got to the barricade he poke it with his figures and tried to put it in his mouth.  (Is there nothing he won’t put in his mouth?)

That’s when I knew for sure; the Little Thing couldn’t get to me or my pan.  I did my happy dance and cheered:  “Nah na, nah, na, nah, nah.  You can’t get me!  You can’t get me!  Nah, na, nah, na, nah nah.”

The Little Thing saw how thrilled I was and laughed and smiled at me.  Stupid dog!

This is Gwennie – Signing off!

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