Mancat Monday

So The Mom was in the kitchen last night and there was a spider strolling around.  The thing about The Mom is that she doesn't like spiders at all.  So she kinda screamed and did a little dance and asked me to take care of it.  But with all of the screaming and dancing and pointing, I thought she was trying to play, so instead of getting the spider as a PBK* should, I started pawing at her and tried to play.  Because that sure seemed like what she was trying to do.  Except she wasn't.  So she freaked out some more and grabbed a magazine and took care of bizness.  Then she was all, "EG, what was up with that?"  And I was all, "Dood.  I thought you were playing." But then I made it up to her by laying in her lap and helping her watch a movie.  Which didn't have any cats in it.  What the paw is up with these people this weekend?  I'm so glad it's Monday and I can get back to my routine.


*Professional Bug Killer