Tricksy, tricksy murder kitteh!
That treat she loves so much is a pill pocket.
I haven’t told my rats that one of them is going to have surgery next week to have a tumor removed.
We did a similar thread a while ago, and Linden and Poe are now over two years old and still don’t know that this house has a basement.
I have two cats, and a lot of my close friends have one or two cats. We regularly meet up at each other’s houses, where we pet the cats if we get a chance. But the respective cats have never met. They can smell each other on our clothes, so they know of each other, but they’ve never met, and I think that’s weird. Like having a really good friend for years who has never introduced you to their partner.
Sometimes I fantasize about throwing a cat party where all the friendcats can get to know each other, but somehow I don’t think that would be a good idea.
Secret/Lie - I am not going to be right back. In reality I will be back in about 5 hours.
That stuffed pug I keep on the top shelf of my closet isn’t real. I just brought it down once in a great while to pet it and watch my real pug’s jealous reaction to the “new” dog that appeared suddenly in my arms. She’d growl and howl angrily.
Years after our somewhat neurotic Cavalier KC spaniel passed on, we are still thinking of ways to mess with her mind. She was spooked by aerial objects (balloons, ceiling fans, large birds etc.) and hated the non-human primates she would occasionally spot on television (the worst was an orangutan wearing headphones). So our continually updated plans for Fargo’s Gaslight Room include certain stuffed critters (a gorilla, owls, hawks), overhead moving/rotating objects and various motion-activated devices.
I tell all the dogs, individually and when out of earshot of each other, that they are My Favorite and to keep it a secret from the others.
Explains a lot about the smug looks they shoot each other from time to time.
When I leave the house, I tell the dogs I’ll be right back (true) and I tell them Loki is in charge while I’m gone.
In reality, this carries no weight. Loki feels good about it though
I have been known to tell our only dog, when all of us humans are leaving the house, that he’s in charge until we get back. He handles the news with equanimity.
I tell my cat, Ollie, the same thing. He’s in charge of the two dogs. However, when I leave, I tell him that I’ll be back in 10 minutes, no matter how long I’ll be gone. Then I’ll conspiratorially whisper to the dogs that Ollie doesn’t know how to tell time.
Sometimes at night when the cats are scratching at the bedroom door to get in I ignore it if I need a good sleep and then next day I tell them “ohhhh sorry I didn’t hear you scratching!”. I heard them scratching…
Well, Bayliss the magic dog keeps secrets from me.
What am I doing wrong?
We have 3 tropical fish tanks. The fish keep mysteriously disappearing, without a trace. No bodies. No body parts. No forwarding addresses. No suicide notes. Nothing.
I asked our 6 chubby cats if they’ve seen anything suspicious, but they just shake their heads. Sometimes I get the feeling they keep secrets from me, but maybe I’m just acting paranoid.
…oh, and the dog went missing, too.
And very tasty they are too.