We paid Barney back for inciting a riot the other night. First my Woman put a sweater on him. It came from Angel Catie Catelyn and was sweeter than Barney, that’s for sure. We made him go out in the yard and cut down our Christmas tree! And my Woman gave him a Swiss army knife to do it. I hoped he’d cut his femoral artery or his jugular, but no such luck. I picked the tree. It was so big because I wanted him to be out there for a very long time. He was. He was gone overnight. Here is the tree:
Then just to be a smartass, he cut down another tree and stacked it for splitting next summer.
We made Barney haul the tree to the house. He had to trim off some low branches.
After Barney brought the tree inside and made my Woman a hot buttered rum and massaged my feet and rubbed Evelyn’s belly, he got a little rest. My Woman went potty while I dozed off. He took advantage of the moment to make more trouble.
I let him have it, though. I’m faster than lightning!
He finally got done decorating the tree and we let him take a nap. What a PITA this guy has been!
