Leaving...

We're at the gate waiting for our flight to be called. Cowboy is at the snack bar getting coffee for us. I already had a few snacks...

It was hard saying goodbye to the menagerie. The pups whined but the cats react differently when they think they've been left out of things. DomTom nipped my ear; he doesn't approve of my travel arrangements with Cowboy. He thinks even less of our sharing a bed... Miss Emmy crawled under the bed and will probably stay there most of the time.

Because I live in a nut house...

The other night I was online chatting with friends when I heard Miss Emmy make a sound that roughly translates to near death. I rushed downstairs...

It seems BullyBoy was holding a wide-mouth jar of peanut butter between his paws and was trying to lick the remnants off the bottom and sides of it. Miss Emmy came over to sniff what he was eating. Being the friendly slob that he is, he thumped his tail and licked her face in greeting.

THE SKY IS FALLING! DOOMSDAY! UNCLEAN! And ICKKKKK!

Peanut butter residue and dog slobber all over Miss Emmy's face.

Naturally the cat's reaction got the Rott's attention as well as Cowboy's... Not knowing why the cat was saying ugly words, BullyBoy tried to console her... by licking her face!

She ran out of the room and rushed to Archie, the ancient bloodhound for protection. The old guy was asleep in the laundry room and had slept through the turmoil. Miss Emmy dashed under one of his long long ears to hide thus coating the underside of his ear with dog slobber and peanut butter.

It tickled... He woke up and bayed. This caused the Rott to start barking. The other cat jumped on top of the clothes dryer hissing and spitting. Since everyone else was following the cats, BullyBoy went back to the peanut butter jar. That animal has his priorities in order.

Cowboy started yelling - another male out of control...

SWAT!

Hey!! I didn't do anything! Tsk.

I grabbed Miss Emmy, soaked a washcloth and washed her face clean of stuff and left her to rewash it on her own - we humans never get it right. Cowboy cleaned Archie's ear and assured him they were the only two sane males in the house and that sometimes, life's a bitch.

Double tsk!

SWAT!

"Heyyyyy. I was just repeating what YOU said!"

"Who gave that peanut butter to the mastiff?"

"It's HIS jar of peanut butter."

"You don't give peanut butter to dogs."

"Tsk. I'm not letting him eat out of MY jar."

"Sarrrrrr!"

"If a dog can drink Budweiser, a jar of Skippy peanut butter isn't going to kill him."

Needless to say, if I repeated what the giant squid said I wouldn't be sitting comfortably on the flight.

...And lookee here. Some of the flight attendants have wandered over to the snack bar to chat it up with Cowboy. I guess they don't realize those humonguous hands have multiple skills.

I love watching women flirt with my husband. I especially love the looks on their faces when I show up and slip my arm through his or reach up for a kiss. Yes, I'm evil.

Okay, need another snack. They're doing those pre-flight things at the podium and will call our flight in a few minutes. I'll try to pop in and let you know how we are, where we are, and whether or not the giant squid is behaving.

SWAT!

LOL!

~Sar~