if you don’t have peanut butter you can use tunafish–it won’t get so many squirrels but the smell on a warm day…

Taking a Different Tack…

Yesterday’s plan to woo Sigyn with kind words and candy didn’t go very well.  Time to try something different!

I think perhaps what I need to do is eliminate the competition.  It is vital to know one’s enemies, so I’ve been doing some research on this “Steve” character.  Turns out he’s some World War II super-soldier-human-popsicle-all-American-hero famous for his good looks, brave deeds, and “Aw, shucks, ma’am” attitude.

Poppycock.  He’s a nonagenarian with a savior complex and an unhealthy (for him!) interest in MY sweetie.

Sooo many opportunities to make his life a misery.


You have no idea how it galls me that the only writing implement I can find on the human female’s desk is this too, too patriotic pen.

Surely he’ll get the hint that this is not his Happy Place and he should just leave, already. 


That’s a good start!  Off to call the dentist and the dry cleaner…

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