Hughjacked

Hot cat sprawled out trying to cool offShhhhhhhh … be verwee quiet.

The human is off busy working on some big presentation.

Not sure what that word means but she keeps repeating it.

How would I know the difference?

Looks the same to me. Silver box hasn’t left her lap.

Can’t wrestle the thing off her lap.

Tried chewing some sticky out from the side thing and the humans yelled at me.

Something about power and zap.

 

Also keep hearing the word pants.

And fit.

Fit pants? Pants fit?

She should take lessons from me – don’t wear pants.

 

Not. At. All. liking this heat thing.

Can’t find enough cool spots on the floor.

As in the floor isn’t cool.

How am I supposed to eat sleep?

Can you tell eating’s on my mind?

Hard to eat in the heat.

Who wants to?

I do.

 

Heard the word snow.

Thirty centimetres.

This weekend.

May need to go on a road trip.

I could get there before it melts if I drive fast.

Make that – the humans drive fast.

Wait – I hate the car.

Cars mean vets.

Vets mean pokes and prods.

They like to open my mouth a lot.

I’d prefer to keep my mouth shut.

Except for eating.

Did I mention I like to eat?

I do.

 

Shhhhh … what’s that?

The human is returning.

Must go.

No time to wipe paw prints.

If you don’t hear from me I’ve been caught.

Pay the ransom.

I’m not done here.

 

“Hughton … what are you d… ”

 

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Lorraine

Not quite a crazy cat lady (yet?) – Lorraine’s insatiable curiosity of life leads her to explore, question and push beyond the box. A self-professed “left-brained creative big picture idea” type, she has an intuitive knack for seeing possibility everywhere and in everyone, and is a moth-to-flame for being part of making that possibility come true.

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