Wednesday, July 1, 2009
The Princess of Wheatland
We may have a problem. Evelyn has been busted as the party responsible for shredding furniture and she has now decided that minding husband is optional. Last night, we came home from eating out with friends and discovered two couches and a chair partially shredded. SOMEONE had gotten a loaf of cheese bread off the counter and had shredded the plastic wrapper all over the den. The bread was partially eaten and Evelyn actually tried to snatch it back out of my hands. Since she is the only counter surfer, the gig is up. Perfect Pearl has been blamed for things she had no hand in. It all starts to make sense, now.
I went to bed early, to read, and Evelyn came in and tried to jump on the bed. Just pathetic. She sprawled half on/half off and gazed at me, helplessly. I got up and lifted her up. She promptly lay on husband's pillow and snuggled the way she has begun doing. Husband came in to go to bed and Evelyn slapped shut her eyes, made herself heavy and pretended to be asleep. Not ten seconds before she had been patting me with her paw to keep me petting her. Now, you'd think she was in a coma. Husband finally moved her but she surreptitiously spread her paws out on his side of the bed and made herself as wide as she could - all the time without opening her eyes or otherwise giving herself away.
We are going hiking at a friend's 400 acre ranch, this afternoon and have family over for dinner, tonight. Tomorrow will involve cleaning the house and Friday we will be heading back.