Evidently my wrist watch isn’t lasagna proof. I assumed that it was water resistant, because let’s face it the expensive ones always are, and since Lisa loves me very much and she is the one who buys most of my watches, I expected no less from from her.

On the other hand, I am a cat, I tend to stay away from water or any other liquid for that matter, milk and mango juice are exception needless to say, so I was never hundred percent sure.

Anyway, Lisa’s mom was making lasagna and I happened to be playing hide and seek with her earrings that she had left on the living room coffee table, she does that a lot. One thing led to another and I found myself paw deep in her lasagna while she was out checking the mail. She showed up yelling, “What are you doing? What are you doing?!”

I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean what did she think I was doing, giving her meal a massage? She kept yelling and I was so startled that I almost swallowed the earing that I was holding onto with my pearly white teeth that anyone rarely gets to see.

I’m quite sure I could have found the other one too if she hadn’t pulled me off of it so quickly.

Verdict:

1.You don’t always get what you want.

2.She could go easy on the salt next time.

Millie

I was playing with one of Alex’s toys. Alex is neighbor’s little son and yes, I’ve finally found that secret passage and you could never guess where it was in a million years; but I’ll tell you more about it later.

Their kitchen is much bigger than ours and when there is no one home to stop you, exploring the countertops could be an exhausting experience; needless to say, I fell asleep under their sink again.

In my dream, dinosaurs were chasing me. One of them cornered me.

He didn’t even notice the cookie jar; obviously he was after my milk bottle.

I said “No! That’s not yours”

Clowns are scary; not the one who showed up for Lisa’s nephew’s birthday though. He was kind of funny.

However, his shoes were the regular size; you know, the average human feet. I could tell that it was a huge let down among the children at the party.

He tried to explain that they were still at the dry-cleaners but nobody bought it, of course. I mean, what is a clown without those giant shoes?

I wanted to say to him, “You’re not a clown! You are a weird stranger just… just… you know, hanging around… who, by the way, is probably the main cause behind the sudden decrease of birthday cake slice proportions this year!”

Having said all that, he made me a balloon animal that melted my heart, so I forgave him in a split second which, incidentally, was the exact time period that the balloon lasted between my tiny paws.

So… thanks clown. Thanks for nothing.