My sister is a spy: Part 2 - DETENTE

August 25 /08

Ahhh, peace has been restored in my house. I've struck a deal with Beauty and I am back to my mischief-making.
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I spent the weekend thinking of ways to elude Beauty and her prying eyes but at 16, she's learned a lot more about being sneaky than I have. So I decided to take the high road and do this honourably by negotiating.

I saw her hiding under the dresser in Mama's and Papa's room just as I was about to survey the closet for some shoes to chew. I didn't want Mama to hear, so I lied down and met my catsis face to face, sort of, and in a hushed tone , I said:

"Listen up, Beauty. We have to reach a peace agreement. If I'm going to continue to live here with you, I have to follow my primative instincts and chew on shoes and other human stuff once in a while. Chewies and stuffies just don't do it for me, y'know?"

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"Hmmph," she sniffed.

So, as if we were engaged in a covert operation, I whispered, "If you won't tell when I chew on something that isn't mine, I won't tell when you miss the box and leave poopies on the floor. Mama thinks it's Rugrat but I know it's you. I also won't tell when you stretch your arm into Mama's plate when she's not looking and shovel a piece of her dinner into your mouth."

Beauty was suprised how observant I've been and it really humbled her. "Oh Cheffie," she said. "I didn't know you see when I leave stray poopies on the floor... I'm so embarrassed. And I thought I was real quick sweeping the food off Mama's plate. Wow. A cat can't get away with much with a big, smart dog like you around."

"OK. It's a deal."

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Well, that was easy enough. Mama doesn't know it, but Beauty and I now have an understanding. She poops and steals food, I chew shoes. Heh heh.