Don't mess with your kitty

My dear friend Mr Puddy posted the other day about not messing with your kitty, because they will get their revenge on you, and he said we should share some stories.  So here is mine.

In the evenings, I go upstairs with mum and dad and while they brush their teeth and get ready for bed, I get in the shower and drink some water.  Here's a photo of me doing that:



Except one night, dad forgot to let me in the shower! I had to wait for mum to realise that I was sitting patiently waiting and she let me in.

So I got in the shower and drank some water and then I sat in the water and got my pantaloons and tail all wet.

Then I went and jumped on dad in bed, and he got all wet too! Ha!

Don't mess with your kitty.

What happened on the weekend

On Friday night I was outside hanging out in my parsley pot when something started chirping at me. It was a cicada! Under my pot! And it was yelling at me!

These are cicadas. They are very noisy.

I ran inside to get dad to help me get at the cicada but I don't think he understood what I wanted. He kept asking me what was wrong but he didn't come outside to help me. So I went back out and yelled at the cicada a bit more but it didn't go away.

I went back inside and told dad to come out and help me (again) but he just sat there. Eventually mum said she thought I wanted dad to come outside with me so he finally did. He got the cicada out from under my parsley pot and I killed it, because I am Huffle the Mighty Hunter!

Then I could sit in my parsley pot in peace.

Every part of this story is true except the bit where I killed the cicada. Dad did that.