Stephanie was a cat. She was sick to death of the neighbouring cats coming over and eating her food when no one was looking. She came up with a plan. She would lace her food with rat poison. So she did that. But before any neighbouring cat made an appearance, Stephanie’s dearly loved grandmother paid a surprise visit.
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I admire Stephanie’s willingness to stick to her plan, even at the risk of great personal sacrifice.
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One has to see a murder through.
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Stephanie. She looks like a cat with a plan.
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Cats with a plan should never be trusted.
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Cats are tricksy and cannot be trusted. I have one.
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I know you have one! Quite right – most unreliable!
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I’ve been meaning to comment on your header photo. What a handsome chap.
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That was my faverolles rooster when I kept faverolles (French Hens – as in the carol!) He used to patrol the garden with the dog to make sure no hen flew over the fence but himself (and the dog).
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My cats should try this. They haven’t a grandmother nearby, so they’ll be safe so long as *they* don’t forget about the poison.
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I’ll get my cat to send some poison over.
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I notice the reference to the protagonist herself is in past tense. Did she, someday much later than the passing of her dearly loved grandmother, lace the food with rat poison yet again and forgot all about it in a while.
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