As you know, yesterday I wrote about 2 of the four cats of the apocalypse. How they reign terror and destruction.
I didn’t anticipate the possibilitly that the dog could read.
I never discussed the fact that I had written about the cats. There’s no way he could have overheard a discussion. Nevertheless, somehow he seems to have known.
He ate my ham radio antenna.
Actually, not the whole antenna, just the coax and RF isolator (don’t worry about knowing what each is – the fact is he knocked me off the air.)
Bottom line – in a fit of pique after seeing the cats being featured, he decided to strike back, and an effective strike it was.
After the cats’ and dog’s actions, I plan on disconnecting all the telephone lines as pre-emptive effort before the parrot calls someone and creates significant issues. If the police, fire department or a semi-tractor trailed load of pistachios show up, it will be the third phase of the pets-against-me-attack.
Wish me luck.