Nikita has been suspiciously well behaved most of the last few days. Surely it has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that it is quite cold and she loves to burrow under quilts to stay warm. I have caught her on the computer several times, though. And when I say "on the computer" I mean it literally - she sits on the danged thing and then manages to (1) disconnect me from my wireless network; (2) log me into my SLU email account; (3) go to a Facebook App in which I am completely not interested; or (4) shut the whole thing down.
She has spent lots of time at her favorite watering hole:
But every time she goes there she has to first dip a paw into the water, smell it, give it a tiny taste test (maybe send it to a secret Cat science lab for all I know) before she actually drinks. Her trust in me is just so touching.
Once started, though, her drinking is fast and furious:
I have also discovered that she has been working with an unsuspecting dog, Tazer, in her continuing schemes. She has apparently hoodwinked the poor thing. Witness her post on FB:
Tazer...It's Nikita. Mama had a great day
yesterday and her being gone allowed me to implement further elements of
The Master Plan. Our own little plan to have you steal food off of
Mama's plate worked out splendidly. Plus it had the added benefit of
ensuring that Keith will never again make an exception to his
Anti-Orange Plate Policy.
But...did you really have to walk around with evidence on your tail?
Poor Tazer, his response:
My dear Nikita--This is your Brother Tazer! We will talk one day soon as I, too, have suggestions for The Master Plan. Even though I'm often called the Dufus Dog, I'm definitely NOT given enough credit around this house:) As to the evidence on my tail. I have a slight problem I can't seem to correct. Until nightfall I don't realize I have a tail. So, no matter how many times your mama tried to tell me I was carrying evidence I couldn't understand because in the daylight hours I don't understand I possess a tail. Nikita, can you help me with this seemingly psycho-body split I suffer? I love you!
It seems Nikita has shamelessly played upon Tazer's emotions to get her way. Poor thing is in love with her.
Currently she is in a frantic search for her beloved stick. "Where is it? Where is it?" Must have left it in the kitchen. let's run in there as fast as we can before it leaves! DANG! It's not in here! What am I going to do? I know! I'll jump on and off all the counters. Maybe it will reappear! Oh, no, still no stick! ..... Oh, look, my food dish is full. Perhaps a quick bite to eat will help. ..... Yum, now where was I? Oh yes, that blasted stick! It's still not here. Better go check the bathroom. I can't believe this! The stick isn't in here either. Hey, there's still some water in the sink! YAY! Now, where is my stick? It must be in the living room. Mad dash to the living room. Stick is nowhere to be found. Let's look on top of the sofa. No, not there. Geez...wait, wait. The mantle! Amazing acrobatic leap. Hmmm....could be that it's behind that picture. that's why pictures should never be on walls, sticks are always getting lost behind them. Not there!
Yikes. Quick jump over to the antique quilts. Surely it can be found if she is at the highest point in the room. Mama, why aren't you helping? Don't you understand the gravity of this situation? Don't just sit there taking pictures! This is an emergency.
Meanwhile, I am wrestling with a moral dilemma -- I (Kathryn) know exactly where the stick is. Nikita left it in her toy basket last night. Should I tell her and then suffer having to either play stick for hours or to put up with her antics as she tries to persuade me to do so?
Nikita has decided to warm up before resuming her search. She is now curled up on the floor vent.
Now asleep beside me. Her stick is hiding in plain sight:
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