Once upon a time, the loudest thing we ever brought into the house was a pot of firecracker red geraniums. We had babies, after all and with fireworks season just around the corner, we thought to celebrate with something a bit quieter.
Then again, baby Tessa had yet to show us her Danger Cat side . . .
Welcome to July, at last. We weren’t sure if we were going to make it but here we are. What’s missing is our annual July photo of someone batting fruit around the counter. Don’t let Viola’s big eyes fool you into thinking she’s innocent of all shenanigans. Not only did she bat the smallest bunch of grapes Mom has ever purchased off the counter and under the fridge (???) but she actually tore open the plastic bag, silently we might add for we heard nary a crinkle, dragged the sorry-looking, near-raisin-stage grapes out of said bag, rolled them around the stove top until, apparently, they gave up the rest of their juice and surrendered to those crafty Niblet paws that then, soccer-ed them under the refrigerator. Had she not been trying to claw them back out, we might have spent the rest of the day believing the grapes had magically disappeared, perhaps having gone to grape heaven or even another dimension where grapes are full and plentiful and geez, don’t cost so dang much!
No, this cat, this adorable Niblet whom many of you remember being born some years ago, this innocent appearing sweetheart, is a grape thief. And we have little doubt she’d do it again in a heartbeat. So, if you suddenly find yourself short a grape or two at your house, feel free to blame Viola. Go on, she won’t care.
