We Were Bad

We scared Mom tonight.

Yes, we scared her really bad………..but it wasn’t totally our fault

Mom got home late so when she finally did arrive, we were so ready to go outside and play.  Remember how we missed out on playing this weekend?

She said it was fine for us to go out and play since it was such a beautiful night.  She said she was going to fix her supper.

When she mentioned food I almost stayed inside, but it was too tempting to go out in the fresh air.

It sure was nice to be out in the sunshine.

Before long Uncle Bob’s son, Thomas,  came over ‘cuz his car wasn’t working.

I think in human terms Thomas would be our cousin or something.

Whatever……….all I know is that Uncle Bob is good with cars so he was going to be busy.

Mom was inside fixing supper and doing something on the computer.  When her supper was ready, she came outside to check on us.

That’s when she got real scared.  She went and got one of our bags of treats and started shaking it.  Usually that makes us come running as fast as we can.

What she didn’t know was that we were too far away to hear it and we didn’t know how to get back.

Mom was almost in tears and we were so sorry we did that to her.

Uncle Bob came around the house and saw us both at the neighbor’s next door.  He started calling us but we were frightened.  Then Mom came and she had the bag of treats.  I walked over to Mom but I was so scared I hissed at her.  I don’t know why on earth I did that.  I’m going to have lots of apologizing to do.

I was even more afraid and I tried to run right through the fence.  I was so scared that I would never find the back yard again.  Mom was carrying you in through the gate and I came running around the corner and went straight into the house and found a quiet spot where I could hide.

We both felt so bad about scaring Mom but we thought that since the gate was open that meant we were supposed to explore.

I don’t think it was a good idea and I don’t think we should ever do it again.

Needless to say our time outside for tonight is over.  That’s ok ‘cuz it was pretty scary for us and we wanted to be with Mom where we’re safe.

Mom, about that bag of treats you had………………..

It’s Just Our Opinion………

I don’t like it when Mom sells garages!

Shakespeare, I’ve explained to you before.  Mom wasn’t selling garages, she was selling things at a garage sale.

I don’t care if she was selling things, garages, or even dogs.  I don’t like it!

Why are you so mad?

Did you notice how nice it was Saturday?  It was a gorgeous day and where were we?  WE WERE INSIDE!

Oh, that’s what’s bugging you.  Well, I didn’t like the fact that we had to stay inside but you know Mom doesn’t let us go outside if she isn’t home.

Well, she should only be gone during the week.  On weekends she’s supposed to stay here and let us play outside.

That’s a good point!

She can sell garages during the week.

Well, even though I don’t think she had a choice, I think I’m beginning to see your point.  We need to unite the rest of the fur people and tell the humans what we want.


Shakespeare, the humans aren’t going to understand you.  You have to tell them that they can’t be selling things at Garage Sales on the weekend.

Fine!  What Hemingway said!!

Human readers, it’s for your own good that you listen to the fur people.  We love your company and when you’re busy on weekends we don’t get to play and then we get cranky.

Trust us………you don’t want cranky fur people around.