Chapter Five...

Gemma and I have our own special places and we do not normally intrude on each other, however, it was Gemma who first discovered the roof, having jumped up from the deck railing to the roof of the sun room. This, to me, was too large a special place, so, l decided to also investigate....
To say she was 'put out' would be putting it rather mildly, I mean, I was only curious.. I finished on top of the chimney and had to assure her that I would not intrude again, Gemma can be a little fierce when she wants, and I believe in a quiet life....

So, there you have it for now, obviously there are other adventures that I have not yet detailed but, on reading this story to date I realize that I have a lot of tidying up and sorting out to do, I also need to drag a few of the other verses from the innards so, before I go any further it is tidying time..

You have heard the expression 'when the wine is in the wit is out', well....
This evening I got into the cat nip, in some respects it was Mom's fault although she thought she was giving us a treat, however I indulged a little too much...

Normally neither Gemma or I venture on to counters or tables as Mom and Dad have asked us not to, but somehow tonight, after overindulging, I hopped up onto the kitchen counter and decided that it would be interesting to explore a high cupboard over the counter, I gathered myself and leapt upward.

In my semi-intoxicated state I did not judge it too well and my front paws latched on to some soup dishes and the whole lot came crashing down. As soon as the soup dishes and I landed on the counter, me in better shape than the soup dishes, I realized that I was in deep 'you know what'. Dad, who happened to be facing the kitchen at the time said, "what the... is he doing and why would he want to leap up to that cupboard?" Mom said "was it Zak?"
I headed for the basement...

Mom came down, I was up on a chest of drawers and as she approached, like an idiot, still somewhat under the influence, and thinking that I might be chastised as I had been in the past, I growled at her. You know, all she wanted was to find out if I was all right. I did get a reprimand, well deserved under the circumstances, Mom told me that she was very disappointed in me, which made me feel even worse, and I suppose that will be the end of the cat-nip treats. Still, if that is what happens when one is under the influence I wonder why anyone bothers, it is so stupid....

Having now confessed, it is true, I do feel better, however I am truly sorry, as the dishes are not easily replaced from what I gather, I also feel rather disappointed in myself, for actions like that are really out of character. So friendly readers, remember, to overindulge in anything is silly and serves only to destroy one's self respect.
I might ad that Gemma did not smirk, she obviously realized that I was in deep trouble and stayed out of the way for a little while till everything calmed down.