I hardly ever see the Oompas any more. The best time for possible sightings is 0'dark hundred, which is usually just a couple of hours after I get into bed... and they hover over me, asking questions in a language that my sleep muffled ears cannot decipher. They're gone by the time I get up. Or maybe I don't get up until I hear the front door slam for the 5th time... At any rate, I hardly ever see the Oompas any more.
The honorary Oompas, the four legged, long tailed ones, on the other hand, are constantly under feet.
The cat thinks it's a dog. The dog thinks it's a cat. They both think they own the house.
I think they are both pains in the behind.
The dog is starting to think the same about the cat, who has just discovered the dog's nipples and decided to start nursing again. Jubilee is just a baby herself and doesn't really appreciate that kind of attention so she just bites the cat's head. And the cat meows and the dog barks, and I growl... Grrrrrrrrrrr!
I should have stuck to having kids. At least they speak English!
So... the cat and the dog are in time out, again! And the Oompas are off to the four winds.
How did I ever get suckered into this?
8 years ago