I did the ultimate no-no this weekend. I went out, and didn't come back for nearly two days. This was AWOL as far as His Highness is concerned. He does not like for me to go out at all, but has learned that some trips out are necessary if he wishes to eat. He concedes that I must also be allowed time for my own food items and such, and daily trips to the mailbox are grudgingly allowed as long as I return with a handful of grass for him to chew on. But two nights and a full day was too much for him. Never mind that two neighbors came to see him twice each. Never mind that I brought him and extra bag of beef jerky (he likes the teriyaki flavor best), His eyes told me he had plans for me.

Now I am a relaxed old hippy. When at home I dress very...casually. The Bopster knows when I am going out shopping or other trip out of the complex when he sees me reach for a bra, cause that's the only time I wear one. That is when he starts in caterwauling and giving me all kinds of reasons why I should NOT go out, but if I must here is a list of stuff His Catness must have. He escorts me to the door, talking all the way, telling me not to be gone too long.

How I know I had been gone too long this time? This morning I found my best bra... shredded and laying in the middle of the floor.

Copyright © Reggie
October 13, 1999