Submitted by Elaine Magliaro, Guest Blogger
Here’s a picture of my older brother Jack Murphy. It was taken on Saint Patrick’s Day.
Jack is a real party animal. He especially likes to party hearty on the day in March when we commemorate the patron saint of the Emerald Isle. My older sibling likes to dress in green, don his shamrock shades, and go wild! And I mean—WILD!
This Saint Patty’s Day he got so excited that he chased me around the house all afternoon—and every time he cornered me he ended up barking in my face and licking me in unmentionable places. He even picked me up by the nape of my neck and dumped me in the bathroom sink! (You know how much we cats love water!!!) The things I have to put up with because I’m the younger—and smaller—brother of this out-of-control crazy canine.
Fortunately, Jack was so exhausted when evening rolled around that he collapsed on the kitchen floor for several hours. At least, I had a respite from his constant attentions that night.
My parents aren’t much help. They are amused by Jack. They think the things he does are funny. If you ask me—I’d say they encourage his brutish behavior.
Why can’t dogs be more like cats? Huh? Why??? We felines aren’t into outrageous antics. We don’t jump up on humans when they come to visit. We don’t lick people on the face. We refuse to be led around on a leash. We don’t expect anyone to scoop our poop. And we certainly would never beg for food. How demeaning.
Well, it’s Sunday—Jack’s day of rest. It’s MY turn to rule the roost. Let me think of ways I can get revenge on my big brother. Got any suggestions for me?