EvilTrixie

Ha ha, boy is she going to be mad, but it's not my fault she's sleeping so I can sneak onto the blog and tell the story of how she got to be called EvilTrixie.

<gasp> She has her PAW on Quinn!

Anyway.

Our dumb show cage with the nice bed and the fun hammock was at the end of a long row of dumb show cages, right in the doorway where people came in. Next to us on the other side was a cat named Arwen who was also blue and a Somali but she didn't want to play with us I don't think.

Mommy's friend Kathy was standing next to us and she opened the cage at the end. Trixie jumped out and climbed on her. She was climbing on everybody and that did look like fun so I started doing it too. So there was Trixie with her back feet on the table and her front feet on Kathy when suddenly she noticed that the lady behind us with the really gigantic hairy cats had a plate of FOOD so Trixie jumped off Kathy's chest and onto the floor and she hopped up on the lady's table and sneaked around the lady's back to get her chicken leg! She didn't get it though because Kathy grabbed her at the last minute and put her back in the cage. So, no chicken for us and that was a bummer. Then we had to go get judged again and Mommy got Trixie out first and she wouldn't stretch right because she still wanted that chicken.

Oh, and she thinks she's so cool because she can jump onto the counter in the kitchen now, and annoy Gigi. I need to figure out how to do that. There might be fun things up there (besides Gigi).

She still has her paw on Quinn. Should I be worried?