That Darn Cat!

All was quiet in the house while I composed an email to TallL and HB of yore. I was in the middle of trying to be nostalgic and poignant (<- that word has a "g"? huh)oh yes, trying to be nostalgic and poignant, when I heard lipsmacky sounds coming from the kitchen. Could not see a cat anywhere nearby but still the schlurp schlurp schlup. So weird!

And then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Pounce, bold as brass, on the kitchen counter, licking a stick of butter. You odd bugger! A stick of butter??????? And what are you doing up here?????

He was obviously not impressed with what I considered a reasonable and justified tyraid. With one eye he viewed me passively while the other eye rolled back in his head at half mast, never once stopping with the licking and purring as only cats in Cream Nirvana can do. This was not to be tolerated. I slapped my hand down beside him. He tensed but decided I was harmless and leaned in for one more delectible tidbit. Then yawned and jumped casually to the floor, his tail swishing slowly back and forth. His entire countenance had every air of chanting 'nanny nanny boo boo.'

Pounce: 1; Crazy Yammering Human: 0.