Boo’s a Pig! (or Maybe a Turkey! YOU Decide!)

Alrighty.

Boo slept through the night.

No yowling, hissing, growling, crying, chirps or caterwauling every 2 hours last night, so she can get fed.

No playing soccer with the pens, forks, plastic tape dispensers and other noisy items that we inadvertently forget to put away, and she knocks to the wooden floors to play with most nights.

And more importantly –Β no β€œjimmy legs” (a.k.a. β€œrestless leg syndrome”) keeping me thrashing about in bed last night.

The Princess and I actually got to sleep like babies last night, and are feeling grand this morning; feeling just grand, don’t β€˜cha know?

Uh-Hun.

β€œRight,” I’m suspiciously mumbling to myself.

Usually, I’m greeted by aΒ yowling, tenacious, hungryΒ Boo-Boo Kitty, as soon as she hears my feet hit the floor.

Today, though, I noticeΒ she’s nowhereΒ near me andΒ is actually quiteΒ contently sitting on the couch smugly licking her fat belly and paws.

I’m notΒ  totally awake yet, but awake enough to know that β€œsomething’s not copasetic” with this cat, when I notice a slice of turkey meat, surreptitiously sticking out from the side of her cat dish.

Cazzo! (WTS!)

I look on the counter, andΒ notice that when I went to bed last night,Β I inadvertently left-out the pound of sliced turkey,Β that I bought for the Princess’s lunches.

Cavola! (Holy crap!)

No wonder we sleptΒ through theΒ night.

She fed herself!

Boo was chowing down on the expensive sliced turkey that I bought special for the Princess and we slept through her entire feast.

Madonna!

There’s only 4 slices left and the Princess already had her lunch made before she went to bed.

So, either the Princess made a sandwich with a pound of sliced turkeyΒ  in it, or this little bugger of a cat, licking her belly and paws, ate it!

Che Cazzo!

Oh well, at least she quietly took the slices out of the package and left 4 for the Princess.

What can I say? She’s a considerate cat!

Looks to me like she even used her cat dish to eat it in.

Who says cats aren’t discerning??

My little Boo Boo Kitty has class, which is more than I can say for her sister, Molly, who drinks with her PAWS!

It disgusts Boo and me, but like my 99 year old Aunt Molly always likes to say, β€œCazzo! What β€˜cha gonna do?”

I’ve got to go shopping, again, and stock up on more turkey meat, so I don’t hear any caterwauling or yowling from the Princess, when she sees she’s out of sandwich meat.

Have a grand day today, People!

Catch ya next time, looking at life from my shoes.

 

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I'm a retired special ed teacher, born in upstate NY, who spent most of my adult life in the SF/Bay Area and moved to the Olympic Peninsula of WA in June of 2017. At the encouragement of family and friends, who followed my silliness on my FB page, I started this blog a few years ago. I try to keep my topics as humorous as possible (because I believe "LIFE" is pretty serious these days), but will, on occasion write about more solemn subjects. I sincerely appreciate all who take the time and effort to read and make comments and am truly humbled when people actually "like" what I write. I do not participate in the "Wordpress awards" because I feel "awarded" when individuals actually read me and comment, but sincerely appreciate all of you who have considered me "award worthy" and thank you from the bottom of my heart. Hugs, Lucie

11 thoughts on “Boo’s a Pig! (or Maybe a Turkey! YOU Decide!)”

    1. Yeah, seriously! I’m sleep-deprived. Maybe sacrificing a pound of turkey every night would be worth it! Re: “The Picasso’s”: I’d hafta figure out how to show just YOU and not subject everyone else to my silliness! (Having fun, though, “playing”….never really had time for art classes in school. Leave it to me to take it up as an old lady!!!) πŸ™‚

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      1. I think you just might be surprised at how many people would love your ‘silliness’. πŸ˜‰ I haven’t checked my about page for a while, but I believe my public email is still there. So if you ever want to send me a picture, you know where to find me. πŸ˜€

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  1. You couldn’t fool me, having loved and hosted my share of cats, I knew Boo was a cat the second I read the “no playing soccer” paragraph. Dogs don’t have that much imagination; goldfish, hamsters, and birds don’t have the freedom; tortoises are too slow, and snakes don’t cavort. A fun post, Lucie.

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    1. Oh well, I tried! Siamese are super smart and I love her to the moon and back, but sometimes she drives me crazy! She constantly wants to play! I’m thinking maybe she was a dog, in her previous life. She follows me around like one. Glad you got a chuckle. Have a great 4th, Janet!

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