Wednesday Word of the Day—Timeout

OK, I was given a timeout yesterday because TW said I was getting out of hand. Correction, Woman, I was getting IN hand, as in MY teeth in YOUR hand. Don't be going all crazy on me now.

TW's McFinger … I'm loving it!

The other day I posted about some little transgressions that happened Caturday, in which TW's hand got in the way of my claws and she got a few scratches. Big deal. Then, later in the day, she decided to give me some Silvervine so I'd take out my aggressions in a "positive" way. She dipped her finger into the little remaining Silvervine; but instead of putting it on the wash cloth, she decided to put it on my plague ratsie. Not a good idea. As I looked around to find out the source of the wonderful aroma wafting through the air, I spied the ratsie. More concisely, I spotted TW's hand holding the ratsie. I sprang into action and sunk my lower fangs into the underside of her wrist and my upper fangs into the top of her wrist. She screamed. She cussed. OMC! Where does she pick up that kind of language! I can't believe she kisses me with that mouth! Do you know what she proceeded to do next?? She … lemme collect myself … she … threw … out … the rest of the Silvervine! She said if it made me that aggresive, I couldn't have anymore. EVER.

Today, I figured she'd forgotten all about that stuff cos she started playing with me again. She thinks she can teach me to play without using my claws or teeth. I say, Good luck, woman! She dared to put her hand on my Teeth and Claw Workout Center and, quick as a wink, I attacked. My tooth put a
L-O-N-G scratch on the back of her hand. Again she cried. She stamped her feet. Next thing I knew, I was locked in my Pop's room. In solitary. No food. Only water and you know I don't drink water. I waited. And waited. I heard her playing music and having a party or something out there. Her diabolical laughter filled the house while the music drowned out my sobbing. When was Pop going to get home? If Pop saw me locked up, he'd lock HER in solitary for the rest of the month. I thought of my food bowl in the kitchen and how it had just been filled with my favorite Fancy Feast tuna. I tried to turn on the computer to seek help but I was cursed by lack of thumbs. Where was my iPhone?

Where could Pop be?, I axed myself as the hours became days and then weeks. How long had it been since I had my last supper? Then, at last, I heard footsteps in the hall. I debated whether to attack TW when the door opened. After all, I don't get mad, I get even. My timeout had finally ended and I decided to hold off my revenge until later. When she least expects it, I will attack!
                                                                                                                                                                 
Leftover business: For those who axed, you can get peacock feathers at Cat Claws or Amazon.com. Amazon also sells 50 and 100 packs but beware because those are just the eyes. For optimum fun, you need the entire length of the feather. Nip & Bones used to have the best price but they're having problems reordering them.
                                                                                                                                                                   
Late breaking news: The beautiful 11-year-old Fergie from my Equal Opportunity Employers post has found her furever home! SCREEE!