Devil Incarnate

My cousin arrived today and my life has been hell since the moment he pranced through that door with his smirky little whiskers and holier than thou cattitude. And the things they let him get away with!!! HE walks on the counters and tap, tap, tap with his little paw and the glass goes sailing into the air, crashing onto granite and raining shards of glass and the humans stick ME in the bedroom, ha, so not fair!

We’re taking care of him for a week, just a week, they say, but it seems like an eternity to me. I’m napping on the couch and he decides to go for a stroll along the top of the couch, stealing glances at me every so often, then pounce, he’s on me just as I close my eyes and all I did was look startled, but the humans are whisking him away like he’s St. Anthony. It’s okay though because I’m plotting my revenge. Fangs (that’s what I call him in my head) has a weakness for stretching in the sun and when he does, I’ll get a long drink of water then go drip on him (cats hate water). Lame, I know, but I have to play it safe when I’m dealing with the devil.