Me and Marley are in the doghouse – not literally, we don’t have a kennel, but mum isn’t speaking to us. Not exactly incommunicado but yelling is definitely not in the speaking range, is it? Honestly, the cat is the main culprit.
Mum had a delivery of pet food earlier and the box was in the hall. She unpacked the bags – expensive cat food and cat litter, nothing for me – and took the box outside to the recycling bin.
When she came back the trouble started.
The thing is, I then blotted my copybook at dinner by sniffing her pizza – it was only a sniff, honest – while she was out of the room getting a drink. She caught me red nosed so then I was ‘persona dog grata’ and sent to the corner. My toy basket is in the corner but I thought it wouldn’t be a good idea to get anything out while she was so mad so I stayed there. In shame. It’s all the cat’s fault…