Haha great story thanks for sharing. It's so hard to get mad at them.
Basset noir. A story of foul goings on with a surprisingly happy ending.
'Who killed the cheesecake?'
The woman stared horrified at the brutal scene of crumbs and spume. She lifted the empty container which had been perfectly full not one hour before.
Slurmy.
Aha! she thought, a clue.
A lone cat slinked by, acting nochalant. She watched him as he made his way towards the exit. Too cool for school, she thought, trying way to hard.
'Hold it right there Bill.'
The cat paused. 'Narp?'
'You know anything about this?'
She held aloft the ruined tinfoil dish..
The cat's expression remained blank, in fact he gave her his best 'who me?' but as skilled as he was at deception his innocent act was wasted on her and he knew it. His nefarious eyes, twin pools of devious charm, drifted to the opposite door.
'Yeah, scram Kitty Kat.' She said and watched as he did exactly that, loping away unhurried, swinging his tail as he moved.
She turned to the other door and crept into the darkened room, her breath soft, senses heightened. The blinds were down but not fully closed. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the wooden slats. Dust motes danced on the warm air.
'Farrrrp.'
She froze.
'Farrrrrp.'
That sound! It was both familiar and terrible and coming from the other side of the leather sofa.
She edged her way around the seat. She located one upturned foot, then another.
'Farrrrrp.'
Her breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes, unwilling to face the scene before her.
'Farrrp'
But what choice had she? The betrayal alone was almost too much to tolerate. Tea would be a dismal affair. And now, now there was this...this scoundrel to confront. Brave heart, she said, clenching her free hand, stout will.
'Farrrrp.'
'OPUS!'
The sound stopped. Gradually one eye opened sleepily, then another.
She brandished the slurmy tinfoil. 'Can you explain this?'
The old dog squinted at the hazy blur above him. It was not his style to do a lot of explaining to humans, even a human he loved. If she had not worked out the nature of things by now what point was there in making an issue of it?
He decided it would be best for all concerned if he excused her silliness and offered her a way out. He thumped his tail against the floor and gave her his best grin.
'Oh you!' She leaned in and scratched his belly.
Yep, he thought, wiggling his back leg wildy, if there were more belly rubs in the world there would be far less shenanigans.
After a while he ambled into the kitchen and sat under the big cold thing long enough for her to notice he was thirsty. As she poured ice cold milk into his bowl he thought to himself that though they were initially quite tricky to train, with persistence the older human could be really quite delightful.
After his milk he retired to bed with his cat. He slept deeply, dreaming of sunshine and BBQs and a life well lived. And cheesecake, he also dreamed of cheesecake.
The woman stared horrified at the brutal scene of crumbs and spume. She lifted the empty container which had been perfectly full not one hour before.
Slurmy.
Aha! she thought, a clue.
A lone cat slinked by, acting nochalant. She watched him as he made his way towards the exit. Too cool for school, she thought, trying way to hard.
'Hold it right there Bill.'
The cat paused. 'Narp?'
'You know anything about this?'
She held aloft the ruined tinfoil dish..
The cat's expression remained blank, in fact he gave her his best 'who me?' but as skilled as he was at deception his innocent act was wasted on her and he knew it. His nefarious eyes, twin pools of devious charm, drifted to the opposite door.
'Yeah, scram Kitty Kat.' She said and watched as he did exactly that, loping away unhurried, swinging his tail as he moved.
She turned to the other door and crept into the darkened room, her breath soft, senses heightened. The blinds were down but not fully closed. The afternoon sunlight filtered through the wooden slats. Dust motes danced on the warm air.
'Farrrrp.'
She froze.
'Farrrrrp.'
That sound! It was both familiar and terrible and coming from the other side of the leather sofa.
She edged her way around the seat. She located one upturned foot, then another.
'Farrrrrp.'
Her breath caught in her throat. She closed her eyes, unwilling to face the scene before her.
'Farrrp'
But what choice had she? The betrayal alone was almost too much to tolerate. Tea would be a dismal affair. And now, now there was this...this scoundrel to confront. Brave heart, she said, clenching her free hand, stout will.
'Farrrrp.'
'OPUS!'
The sound stopped. Gradually one eye opened sleepily, then another.
She brandished the slurmy tinfoil. 'Can you explain this?'
The old dog squinted at the hazy blur above him. It was not his style to do a lot of explaining to humans, even a human he loved. If she had not worked out the nature of things by now what point was there in making an issue of it?
He decided it would be best for all concerned if he excused her silliness and offered her a way out. He thumped his tail against the floor and gave her his best grin.
'Oh you!' She leaned in and scratched his belly.
Yep, he thought, wiggling his back leg wildy, if there were more belly rubs in the world there would be far less shenanigans.
After a while he ambled into the kitchen and sat under the big cold thing long enough for her to notice he was thirsty. As she poured ice cold milk into his bowl he thought to himself that though they were initially quite tricky to train, with persistence the older human could be really quite delightful.
After his milk he retired to bed with his cat. He slept deeply, dreaming of sunshine and BBQs and a life well lived. And cheesecake, he also dreamed of cheesecake.
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