. . . 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