Carrot tard assassination
This past three-day weekend was also a treat for Sugar, who enjoyed nearly full-time human company as I spent most of my time at home, lounging, cocktailing, and getting my reality TV in. It even began early on Friday when we got out early at work, and was extended when I stayed home sick Tuesday from an insufferable stomachache.
So last night, her vengeance was enacted. I got home, having not been home all day, and she kept batting at my heels, then darting away. Like, three or four times, with her wicked hook claws. All while I was trying to put groceries away, take out the trash, and wash the dishes.
Vindictive needy bitch. I love that little pussy.
