Who’s an evil person?

I am, that’s who. Who but an evil person could chase this sweet face down the hallway stomping and yelling?

A box! ON the chaise longue!

At 6:45 this morning, the Old Man opened the garage door and pulled his car out into the driveway. The driveway, which is right outside my bedroom windows. He then left the car running for the next 15 minutes while he swept the driveway. I don’t sweep my bathroom as often as he sweeps the damned driveway, and my bathroom gets swept at least twice a day because of all the cat litter.

Finally, I heard him get into the car and pull out, so I snuggled down under my blankets to go back to sleep. As if on cue, as soon as the noise of the car faded, Xena started crying outside the bedroom door. I yelled, “No!” She kept crying. I got up, flung open the door, and firmly said, “No!” She ran down the hall and I got back into bed.

As soon as my eyes closed, she was back at the door, whining again. I got out of bed and yelled “no” again and shooed her down the hall, turned to go back into the bedroom. As soon as my back was turned, she started running up the hall again.

At that point, my evil kicked in.

Yelling “don’t you come up here,” I chased her down the hall, pausing only to turn on the vacuum as I passed it, which really got her running. Then I kicked Joxer’s Fortress of Joxertude – known as a “box” to the rest of the world – down the hall for good measure. Joxer wasn’t in said Fortress of Joxertude at the time, of course. Then I stomped back to the bedroom and tried to go back to sleep, which I did manage for about 30 more minutes.

Fortunately, Xena is very forgiving of evil and was crawling all over me and trying to climb into my pajama pants as soon as I got up and went to pee. So maybe I’m not so evil after all.


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