Tazo started to post today, but then she got too distraught. I kinda feel bad for her. In fact, I didn't even put the bitey on her last night. Am I going soft? But I digress.
Remember the crispy 'nip that The Mom kept forgetting to water? Well, she finally watered it and brought it back to life. You'd think we'd be relieved, right? Well, we're not. And here's why.
On Monday, she gave the 'nip a haircut, so that she could try drying it. Sounds promising, right? Wrong! Well, it was sort of wet because it had rained, so she took all that 'nip and laid it out on the front porch to dry (because she claims that if she would've brought it in the house we wouldn't have left it alone. Whatever). Still sounds ok, right? WRONG!
The next morning when she went out to gather it up to take to work (and I don't know why she doesn't think she can't dry it at home - we would never think of trying to get it or standing in front of the closet door and yelling. No we would not!), she noticed that it was scattered all over the front yard. This was a little bit of disturbing news to us. And, of course, she was running late so she left the 'nip, OUR 'nip that we've been waiting for all summer, scattered ALL.OVER.THE.YARD. She promised that it would be ok and that she'd take care of it when she got home from work.
So do you think that she "took care of it when she got home from work?" No, she most certainly did not. She had some lame excuse about it being dark and blah blah blah. She said she would take care of it in the morning. I'd heard that before and well, we all know what happened the night before.
So the next morning, she goes out to gather up the 'nip and guess what? Surprise, surprise. It's gone. All gone. Not even one little measly leaf. Somecat stole our 'nip! And what did she do? Did she go looking for our 'nip? Did she call the police? Did she call the FBI? Did she call the National Guard? No. She started laughing. And she laughed and laughed. And she laughed even more when Dad told her that he'd heard something rustling outside when he was watching TV real late the night before. Um, Dad. That RUSTLING was SOMECAT STEALING OUR NIP!!! I do not see how this is a laughing matter. (She claims that she was on the lookout for googly-eyed kittehs when she headed out for work, but whatever)
I don't know who would do that. Who steals someone else's 'nip? There's been this black cat that we've seen around the neighborhood and I thought it was Bendrix, but now I don't think it's Bendrix, because Bendrix WOULDN'T.STEAL.OUR.NIP. Dad thinks maybe it was Hairy Tazo, but The Mom says she hasn't seen her for a while. I don't know. I just wish that whoever tooked our nip would just bring it back. No questions asked. And Tazo's been so upset that she's gone all Victorian on me and has taken to her bed. Bert, can you come over today and help me out? You might be able to get her to snap out of it.