When I woke up this morning under gloomy skies and the plap plap plap of rain drops, I had an inkling it might be another interesting day here at the asylum. I just wasn't sure whether it would be interesting in a good way or interesting in a frustrating way. Turns out, so far anyhow - as it's only 11:45AM, that it's been a bit of both.
I sat down to enjoy a bowl of crispy hay shredded wheat and was immediately jolted away from my breakfast by screams of outrage from the Little Imp. I thought to myself, "Dear Lord, what now?" Another scream from the Little Imp followed by, "Godiva, gimme it back, right now or you hafta haf a time out!" made me move a little faster.
I need to backtrack here for a minute to explain a bit of this story that, if you don't have, the rest won't make any sense.
Usually around mid-morning here at the asylum, the Little Imp has a snack which typically consists of either fruit and cheese or fruit and a little baggie of goldfish crackers. Lately we have really been going through a lot of goldfish. It's almost as if Imp inhales them before I even hand her the baggie. Several times in the last few weeks she's come running to me, telling me that her crackers are all gone but that she didn't eat them. I've asked her, "If you didn't eat them, where did they go?" Sometimes she says she doesn't know, other times she blames the missing crackers on her imaginary BFF, Ali. The thing is, when I ask her to bring me the plastic baggie so I can give her a few more goldfish, she always says that she can't find it. Searches for the wayward baggies have proved futile on my part. I made Imp promise me she wasn't eating the baggies too, to which she replied, "Mumma, don't be silly!" Eventually I'd just chalked the mystery of the missing plastic baggies right up there with that of the socks that go missing whilst doing laundry.
As I was running down the hall to see what all the commotion was about, Godiva shot between my legs and had something in her mouth that she was trying to abscond with and not a moment later I almost ran smack dab into the Little Imp, chasing after the kitten. I stopped the Little Imp in her tracks and asked her to tell me what on earth was going on?
"Mumma, G'diva gots my goldfish. I gotta get 'em back! 'Scuse me please."
I turned around and sure enough, our littlest feline inmate here at the asylum was high-tailing it (pun completely intended!), down the hallway and into the kitchen with stolen goldfish. "Get her!" I yelled towards the Little Imp.
Picture if you will, a 40 year old woman and a 3 year old little girl chasing after a 3lb kitten. Godiva was bound and determined to keep her stolen loot! Someone was going to get hurt in this bizarre feline/human chase so I gave up. Once she darted underneath the coffee table I grabbed the nearest camera that was ready to shoot, which happened to be the point and shoot. In other words, a camera not nearly fast enough to capture the feline pirate with her booty. I did my best to try and get a couple of shots.
Trying to evade capture by jumping into a nearby paper bag...
Bound and determined to not give up her catch!
Eventually, after being swiped at when trying to take the goldfish away, the Little Imp agreed to just let Godiva have her goldfish. Of course, once we'd stopped chasing her, Godiva gave up. Of course she did! It was no longer fun if the fat lady and the little girl weren't willing to make fools of themselves trying to run after a kitten the size of a shampoo bottle.
Don't let her utter adorableness fool you...
...beneath that coco powder, fluffy beige fur, and blue-eyed exterior lies the heart of a thief!
So much for my bowl of shredded hay wheat! Once the Little Imp had been given a fresh baggie of goldfish with implicit instruction to NOT SET IT DOWN ANYWHERE, I decided to return to my breakfast and was greeted by not so much a bowl of cereal as I was by a bowl of something that resembled mush. Did I mention I had poured the last of the milk over my breakfast?
I wonder if the Little Imp would be willing to share her goldfish with me?
