Poor Mac

by David Yehudah, Bellflower, CA, USA

Poor Mac gets into more trouble than anyone I've ever seen, and it's not always his fault.

Like just now I was sitting on the couch with the recliner kicked out, reading a book of poultry (paltry?) recipes. Mac was snoozing by my side.

Just then Samantha came in and flopped down on the carpet right in front of us and just sat there glaring, tail twitching, and ears laid way back. Who peed in her Post Toasties?

Hoping to diffuse whatever was causing her dudgeon, I raised Mac's little paw and waved at her. "Hi, Sam," I crooned, as I waved that paw placatingly.

Sam sprang to her feet, charged, and swatted Mac hard on the side of his pointy little nose. She then returned to her snit and continued staring balefully.

What next?

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