Zoe and the gang are fine
April 23, 2012We once had a cat sitter who left a card that she said she saw a black cat in the yard and wondered if it was ours. She didn’t call to ask even though she knew our cats were indoors only. I wonder if she knew why we immediately asked for our key back.
So with some trepidation, I read a text message from Jennifer, the house and pet sitter, yesterday. She was at the house, “I’m here with Zoey and the gang 🙂 Everything is fine.”
Um, Zoe has a gang? That is not good. A gang? Those are really bad news. I can only imagine the initiation rite: the beagle demanding that all who join up eat part of a dead-for-many-days squirrel (she did it, only the strong will survive).
And I bet she’s dealing catnip to Dylan. He loves the stuff but isn’t allowed in the backyard to get high, he’s probably her enforcer (he is a very large cat). I always thought Ani had more pride, she certainly turns her nose up at the ‘nip when I bring some inside for Dylan. But, hey, we leave, who knows what sort of coercion they are using on her.
I’m sure, in the end, Bear (with his new Rizzo style haircut) will rat them all out to the authorities.