Cat versus Dog

Okay. I admit that some things that happen in our house aren't always things that occur in other houses. For instance, many houses consist of two adults (male and female usually), 2 kids (a boy and a girl or two girls or two boys), 1 dog and 1 cat. To us, that is too average and too boring. So, we pep it up a bit. Instead of one dog, we have a herd. Instead of one cat, we have two brothers--Goldie and Marshmallow. Already, I can hear people laughing at these two fluffy and quite handsome fellers. They have asked us not to call them indoors at night. They prefer to come in when they are good and ready. It seems that the last time we hollered for them by name, 2 cats that were up-to-no-good, took them down and rolled them around as soon as they realized that these 2 boys had sissy names, courtesy of Leighlyn and Abigayle. So now, when it is time to ready ourselves for bed, we just walk out on to the front porch and clap our hands--loudly. The boys come running soon after.

Well, tonight, we shifted our remote control for the TV from cable over to NETFLIX so that we could look for a movie to watch. We selected HAVE YOU HEARD ABOUT THE MORGANS? and sat down for our evening laughs.

Stan and Leighlyn were sitting on the loveseat. They noticed movement on the floor in front of them. It was Marshy, better known as Marshmallow. He appeared to be rather huffy about something. He kept his eyes on Stan's eyes as his mouth dropped open and something fell out of it to the floor below. Once this task had been completed, Marshy turned around and left the living room.

Stan leaned forward to see what Marshie had brought out to share. It was none other than a roll of doggy poo that had kitty litter stuck on it.

Oh, my goodness! It had happened again and the cats were NOT impressed. One of the dogs, we don't know who exactly, had needed to go outside. Since none of us had taken the hint, the dog did the next best thing. He or she went to the utility room and "made a deposit" in the boys' litter box.

Of course, no self-respecting cat is happy knowing that some dog has been using the same bathroom as the cat.

Well, we got the message--loud and clear. Stan retrieved the broom and dustpan and removed the poo from the floor and placed it in the proper recepticle--the people's stoolet.

Hopefully, the dogs who had gathered in the living room to watch the movie also, got the message from Marshmallow...

Only in our house!!!

VLE-B