bread should not be green and furry

I Repeat: There’s Always Toast

Or there would be, if I hadn’t wiped my hands all over the bread so that it broke out in furry green spots…

Today the human female is going for the leftovers of the oatmeal she made yesterday. The crockpot recipe makes two servings, and since the human male eats it only under duress, the superfluity was neatly packaged up in a little glass container and stored in the cold cabinet.

And here it is. Doesn’t it look vile? I didn’t do that; it looks this way all on its own.

(Sniff, sniff…)

By Idunn’s little apples, I think my mischief worked! That just does not smell right! Sigyn, come smell this and see what you think.

(Sniff, sniff) See what I mean? It’s off, isn’t it? Smells like… dill and garlic, am I right?

Ehehehehehee! She may never figure out how her oatmeal came to be haunted by the Ghost of Tzatziki Past, but I reckon she’ll have an inkling who.

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Tsk. Tsk. I Do Hope Everyone is All Right…

One of the last things the human female and her staff did before they closed down for the holiday was clean out the office break room cold storage box  People, I have done things and seen things, but there was stuff in that refrigerator that will give me nightmares for years.   Green things that should not have been green.  Furry things that should not have been furry.  Green, furry things that should have been neither green nor furry.

The human female also washed up the big, red platters that one of her bosses had brought in filled with muffins, cookies, and some wickedly delicious candied bacon.  As she was washing its back side, she noted this little label on the back, a little label I had prevented the boss from seeing.

poison plate

Ehehehehe.  She has been feeling a bit poorly.  I shall have to keep an eye on her and see if…twitching… develops.

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