Where's Maddie?

You don't see me
Originally uploaded by dcwriterdawn.

Who gives a shit? This is Kadi, the younger furchild. I chased Maddie into the bathtub, where she thinks she's hiding from me.

Well, I know Miss Maddie -- she won't stay hidden for long. What she'll do is waddle her 17-pound ass out into the living room, find me and hiss at me. And when I meow back at her (I always do), Maddie will go to deck me with a big, fat paw, and I'll jump on her to keep her from sitting on me. (Hey, it's been done before!)

But see, there's the kicker. Mommy NEVER seems to be paying attention to us until I'm caught red-pawed trying to defend myself. Did you hear me, woman? I am not the instigator everyone thinks I am -- just because I run between your ankles at every given opportunity doesn't always mean I'm trying to accost my sister.

Here I am hiding under the living room rug, waiting for Maddie to come out from behind the shower curtain. It shouldn't be too long now, and I'll hear her fat furry thighs rubbing together on the way out. Although, maybe this isn't such a good idea -- what if she comes out and walks over the rug and squashes me? Come to think of it, she'd probably love that. I guess I should come out of hiding, then.

Besides, Mommy looks like she's trying to leave the room -- maybe if I zoom over there fast enough, I can trip her right in front of the treat cabinet! One can only hope. ...