Wednesday, November 16, 2016
New Castle for King Rusty
Rusty: You might remember how much I love my cathouse. I stand in the doorway and survey my domain. It makes me feel like a king.
The sun feels so good on my body, especially when the weather is cooler, as it is now. I cant explain what a joy it is to know I am in control of my life. Until Jan comes outside and carries me inside for the day.
Recently, I found a much larger realm. I invested some paw power to open it up to the sun, waltzed in and sat surveying my new domain and imagining the other Funny Farmers bowing before my throne. What a terrific new castle.
And then, suddenly, Jan looked outside, saw me enjoying myself, sped down the steps, scooped me up and took me inside.
The next day I strolled outside with the dogs and found she had closed the castle door and barred it with a set of flower pots. I went to work and opened it again. Jan came outside, scooped me up and carried me inside.
I returned to my castle the next day and discovered the castle door was now blocked with my cathouse. I can't move the clubhouse. Jan can barely move it, but she did and locked me out. I want in! It's my new kingdom.
Jan: Rusty, you can't go under the house. That's the crawl space. I can't crawl under there to reach you but snakes can. There could be a snake under there. Possibly giant rats. Or a crazed chipmunk.
Rusty: Oh, come on. When is the last time anyone saw a crazed chipmunk running around under the house? What does she mean by last week? She's just jealous because I fit under the house and she doesn't.
Wait! Did she say snake? I think I'll abdicate!
Mr. Doug came by yesterday and spliced another fan into the power supply. There's going to be a pitter patter of furry feet racing around trying to catch up with what we've missed.