Sunday I was unceremoniously lifted from my sink bed, mid-nap, in order to be put to work.
"Finny there's a big bug in the kitchen. You need to kill it."
"But I was napping Mommy."
"Just get it!" She said as I was plunked down on the hard tile floor. She squealed as she pointed out the large crawler under the dining table.
Hm, I guess I missed one the other day after all. I sauntered over to have a little look. It seemed hardly sporting, but then he headed towards my bowl, so I gave him a good skittering whack. Sure he headed right for Mommy, but I wasn't aiming or anything.
"Mommy I can't concentrate with all that screaming! I have to focus, and it takes time." I circled my prey, and then whap with a single blow, I killed him with the Paw of Doom. "Happy Mother's Day. Clean that up will you, I'm spent. I'm available for snuggles when you're through here."