Hemingway Doesn’t Trust Me

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While I know Hemingway loves me, I think he showed me yesterday that he doesn’t trust me.  I had two appointments yesterday afternoon so I left work early.  When I finished my first appointment I had plenty of time to go home and relax before the next appointment.

I unlocked the door and walked in.  There were no cats to greet me at the door.  I found that rather disturbing.  They are always at the door when I come home.  I started to walk towards my bedroom and suddenly Steinbeck came out, yawning and stretching.  I looked at him and asked if he was a sleepy boy.

Then I looked in my bedroom and there was Hemingway happily hogging the middle of the bed.  I asked him if the two of them were having a pajama party while I was at work.  He just stared at me with those big green eyes.Hemingway Bright Eyes Small

I went to check on the mail and I noticed Hemingway kind of sneaking out of my bedroom.  I figured he was going to check on his food dish but that wasn’t what he had in mind.  I looked for him and found him underneath the dining room table.  I picked up the tablecloth and asked him what he was doing.  Again, I got the green-eyed stare.  Then it suddenly dawned on me what was happening.  I had come home at a different time.  Hemingway knew I had left work early and he figured that meant he was going to have to go to the doctor’s house.  The last time I came home early from work, that’s what happened.  He remembered that very clearly and he wasn’t about to fall for one of my tricks again.

I confess………I laughed.  Then I looked under the table and told him not to worry.  I wasn’t taking him anywhere.

I left for my appointment and when I came back, both boys were at the door to greet me.  You see, by then it was around the time I normally come home from work.  So, I guess next time I have an appointment, I’ll just have to take the entire day off so I don’t stress Hemingway by coming home too early.  Fine by me!

Jungle Jeans

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So, I’m sitting out here trying to figure out what Mom’s problem is!  By the way, don’t I look angelic and adorable?  Anyway, Mom told me she’s tired of my jungle jeans.  Mom!  I don’t wear jeans!!  Have you ever seen me in any kind of jeans??  And what are jungle jeans?  I have never seen them.

All of this is because the other night Mom was in the house and Hemingway and I were out in the back yard patrolling, watching and looking for our doggie friend neighbors.  Suddenly I saw something that I knew I had to chase.  I ran and ran and then went into the house to show Mom my trophy.  Mom was not impressed.

What did I have?  I had a bunny in my mouth.  It wasn’t a baby bunny.  Mom figures it was like a preteen bunny, whatever that means.  I was so proud of my catch but Mom took it away from me and I never saw the bunny again.

Readers, I had heard on the news around here that our area is being overrun with bunnies.  I was just trying to help.  I didn’t know Mom would be sad.  I thought she would be proud of me.  She sat me down and had a long talk about not killing bunnies and birds and squirrels and things.  Then she hugged me and mumbled something about jungle jeans.

If I ever find those jungle jeans that Mom says I have, I’m going to throw them out!!!