Revenge Is Plotted

The Utter Indignity of being whacked on the rear by a heavy Sunday newspaper (sports pages). Spent much of last night (uncomfortably) Plotting Revenge.

As soon as He opened the conservatory this morning Myself nipped in and put a big and slimy fur ball (had been saving it up for several hours) just where He usually sits to eat His breakfast. Bullseye. (He hasn't yet noticed.)

Shall later go re-discover the old rat He buried in the compost heap. Should be nicely decomposing by now which will make carrying it a tad unpleasant but Myself is determined not to fuss in the pursuit of the Great Plan. Under Their bed will be a good place.

Wonder if TB will be capable of flinging the Throwing Shoe over the fence again? Not to land in a rose bush this time but among Her tulips. Must also remember to invite it in to share My lunch. (It always makes it sick. Very.)

All these thought have made Myself tired. A long nap on the seedlings in the conservatory is called for................