Our new babysitter

Apparently we need a babysitter. Mom & Dad have no faith in our ability to look after the house when they're out. Jeesh. I AM "the Hammer".....whoever heard of an assasin needing a babysitter? An insult to cats everywhere, that's what this is.

Her name is "Sally". She lives in a little white box that sits in the living room behind a chair. When she speaks, her voice fills the whole house....LOUD would be an understatement. I've tried to see what she looks like through the little holes in the one end of the box, but I wouldn't advise having your ears too close when she screams..... Mom & Dad hauled me up on top of the piano just to see if "Sally" could see me from there. They were just setting me up for her to scream at me, I know it. Got Mom good, I did, scrambling up her chest and over her shoulder. Mom won't be wearing a v-neck for a while....I think those scratches will take a while to heal. What I can't figure out is if "Sally" lives in the little white box on the floor, how can she "see" me from the window in the other little white box in the corner near the ceiling? Can she be in two places at once? Maybe she's having an "out of box experience"......

The good news is she can't see me in the family room....and that's where all the yummy plants live. Heh heh heh......

~Guenwhyvar