Flying Spaghetti Monsters and Puppies

Another late evening at work found me coming home to an apartment ransacked by what I can only imagine was the Flying Spaghette Monster (FSM). I've blogged many a time about the FSM and its relentless pursuit of getting my kitties in serious trouble. Tonight, as is par, the cupboards were all open and the food processor dumped onto the floor... the boys and I cleaned up the mess and played for about an hour while I ate dinner and made chili. I then explained to them that I had to leave for a little while and go over to the Aunt SKs to take care of her puppy. The mere mention of puppy perked Vinnie's ears up to a frequency not typically seen unless we are discussing Santy Claus... I explained about Mission and puppies and how they don't use litter boxes--all of which seemed to facsinate Vinnie who simultaneously eyed the ceiling fan. Calvin gave a look from the desk that indicated he had no interest in puppies and their neanderthal ways.

So it was off to SKs... Mission at least did not blow me over into the door in a frenzy of excitement as she did the last time. It is nice that she's excited to see me, but I'm grateful she didn't pin me to the door since I'm still scrapped and bruised from the vet trip on Saturday. I took Mission for something of a drag around the condo property. She obviously was not interested in running much and at one point, tried to kill me by running at a good clip next to me then suddenly stopping right in front of me. It was a sly move. Still we ran a mile before she really insisted that we stop and wanted to go back home. Apparently, she wanted some kibble and then to go back out... so we went out for another 20 minutes and then she was really done.

Upon my arrival home, I was thoroughly investigated and sniffed... and the boys were quite displeased with the horrendous odor I brought back on my hands. Apparently, it was only worsened by Body Shop Daisy-scented soap... however, all is quite easily forgiven with a few hits of nip and a few minutes of playing with an old shoelace.