At an ungodly hour this morning, Emma the Dog was very persistent in trying to get me up. Emma has an internal alarm clock for morning chow that is unsettling in its accuracy. This was too early, plus Ninnie the Cat has taken to assisting Emma the Dog in getting me up for morning food by standing on my chest and turning in circles. Ninnie was no where to be seen.
Emma persisted. She must have to go outside. Ugh. Ok, I got up and sleepily wandered downstairs. A rustling sound. Emma stopped and sat. Odd. More rustling sounds. I peered around the corner into the living room where my ‘temporary’ fly tying’ station is arranged.
Whoa!!!! There was Ninnie the Cat knee deep in fur, feathers and tying thread!!! That little @#$&!
These particular materials had been strewn about yesterday afternoon when I came home from work. I could not identify the culprit at the time (Ninnie or Penny). I stuffed the materials into a bag and stuffed that bag well beneath a heavier object at the bottom of a cardboard box. Well determination and predatory instincts prevailed it appears.
Maybe Emma the Dog was snitching on Ninnie the Cat. Paybacks for her nagging habit of attacking Emma’s always wagging tail?