Loco The Dealer of Drugs

Luna, came home today in the cone of shame. She did nothing wrong other than develop an acute blockage of something which left her in a great deal of discomfort. After an entire day at the vet she was lethargic and not any where near her Jack Russell self. Her good doctor sent her home with a bunch of drugs and curiously packed them in a long handled gift bag. 

We were sitting in the kitchen taking Spanish class with a great lady from Nicaragua. Suddenly we were distracted by a paper crunching swooshing sound from the already crowded dining room table. Dining room tables were invented for this purpose exactly. That purpose would be as a staging area for feline shenanigans.

Distracted, we turned around and that bag, which the drugs came in, is running around the house on its own accord. I broke into hysterics, watching the bag transport itself around the house. Upon farther inspection, considering the velocity of the the bag, there had to be more going on. And there was. Our crazy cat Sinclair, named after a mild mannered soccer player, had some how affixed the handles of the bag around her neck. And what is the best way to get away from a bag wrapped around your neck. If you said, and utilized cat logic, run as fast as you can you could be correct. 

And Sinclair proceeded to run around the house, at break neck speed, sending the vials of drugs in various directions  based on her ill planned flight pattern. I tried to stop her mid Pablo Escobar rampage, to rather limited success. She made her way deep underneath the usually ignored master bedroom bed.

Where she found a pen.

And wrote a Cat Haiku

I’M outer space Cat
I now have message for you 
Free healthcare for all

Cats always find pens.