Saturday, December 04, 2010
But I was not asleep. I was keeping at least one eye on that box. There were still three slices left. And no, I did not feel like sharing. Not tonight.
"Hey. What the Hell are you doing Miss Mrytle?"
Myrtle was a quick little thief even at the age of 14. She pulled her head out of the box with one of the pizza slices hanging from her mouth. She looked at me. I looked at her. She began to turn to escape my clutches. But this was my pizza, not hers. And I was quicker. I grabbed her gently and placed her in my lap, the slice still gripped hard in her mouth.
I knew how to get my pizza back without a struggle. I stroked her back near her tail. Her butt lifted and she opened her mouth to meow. The stolen slice fell into my lap. She looked up at me with eyes that said, "I hate you, but don't stop."
I turned to Stubby sitting there next to me and said, "And where were you? You're supposed to keep an eye on your feline buddies. You are one worthless guard dog." Stubby did not hear me. She was too busy trying to inhale the pizza slice through nostrils working overtime.
At my feet sat Fernando looking all innocent and clueless. But I knew he was just putting on a show. As soon as my back was turned, it would be every pet for him or herself. And 'Nando would be first in line. He was the bad ass in the house.
I sat surrounded by fur bearing vultures only held at bay by the fact that I was bigger than they were. There was no loyalty, no rules. Seems I had no choice. And since Myrtle had already compromised the virginity of that slice of pizza, I broke it up and shared it with the three of them.
In short order, Mrytle and Fernando had had their fill. They sat on the coffee table and licked their paws. Stubby on the other hand had inhaled her share and was now looking at me as if to say, "Okay, I'm ready for some more."