. . . minding my own business . . . the business of sniffing things Mom tells me I ought not to sniff . . .
. . . and *POW!* my sister turns around and whacks me a good couple of pointy paws right to the kisser!
I mean, never before did she seem to take an ol’ sniff so seriously. Why, she’s probably done quite a bit of sniffing herself over the years and, okay, other than The Squirt, no one’s seemed to mind, most of all me. So, I pulled back, sat up on my haunches and said . . .
“Here’s something back at ya, Tessa.” And Mom said she was really proud of me that I didn’t let my sister goad me into a fight, though I’ll admit, if I had a goad, I probably would have thrown it at her. Girls aren’t supposed to like goads, from what I gather. All spotty and bumpy with long legs and croaky voices and all . . .
Quint, not toad. Goad. Toad is like a frog. Goad is when someone provokes someone else to do something. Like Tessa was trying to provoke, or goad, you into fighting with her.
I believe I was the one telling the story, Mom. If you can’t sit quietly and lend a sympathetic ear, I’ll have to ask you to take your goads elsewhere.
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We’re without Internet connection at the moment due to construction woes going on up the street when someone chopped through a line or something. Our neighborhood has been assured we’ll all be “up and running and enjoying cat videos again as soon as possible.” Seriously, those were their words.
If they only knew . . .
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A Colehaus Cats flashback:
2018 – No post
2017 – A Brief Lesson on Life with Olivia
2016 – No post
2015 – Freckles
2014 – No post
2013 – One Word Wednesday – Statuesque
2012 – No post
Quint we are with you on the whappy sisfur thing buddy. That Mom has not seen a Goad is just because she is a nearsighted and deaf hooman. I mean what do they think we are watching up on the wall or ceiling when their silly “senses” cannot see it, clear as day, Goading us! Nothing as bad as a Goading Goad. Now we suggest giving sisfur a pass on the whap as we do know that one whap may have many happy returns.
Quint, just never underestimate a gray and white girl and her goad. And your mom can explain things after your story is over.
Quint, I would say that was a lesson not soon to be forgotten. YOulook properly reserved now, in your blog blankie.
I hope your internet comes back soon – your neighborhood needs those cat videos! MOL
dood…..toadz…frogz…..hay they all make for grate snax; N ya just canna win when it comez ta gurlz…….happee dat dood ~ ♥
dood…..toadz…frogz…..hay they all make for grate snax; N ya just canna win when it comez ta gurlz…….happee dat dood ~ ♥
MOL for the sniffies 😀 Pawkisses for a Happy Wednesday🐾😽💞
Sounds like it was one sniff too far! I hope you soon get your internet back.
Girlcats. There’s no figuring them out! ~Ernie
Yep, the smack down happens when you least expect it!
You poor guy- that is so unfair.
We’re with YOU Quint. Those hoppy goads are annoying (an taste terrible), and a sniff is just a sniff ta see what somekitty has been eating lately!
Quint, if you need some goads, just let us know. We think there’s a whole bunch of them behind the fridge.
Sorry about that internet issue. We hope it’s all fixed real soon!
Did you sniff her bum? Some lady cats don’t like that.
Quint those facial expressions are Oscar-worthy.
Girls, you can’t always understand them. Signed, Ringo and Benny
Oh, Quint, Lexy sniffs me all the time and sometimes I whack her. I never sniff her, so why should I be sniffed? Your photos are so cute.