Tortie Tuesday - Tattlin' on Tybalt

Ivy: Tybalt isn't the only one trying to nap through the heat. I was curled up next to mommy on the couch when she decided I was too cute, so she had to get up and find the flashy box. I suppose I am too cute! Just look at me! (Hee hee)Holly: Mommy thought the same about me. I was at her feet, napping on top of her flip flops. I LOVE shoes! Mommy's flip flops smelled so good that I rolled around on them before I finally fell asleep with this smile on my face.
Now for the tattle-tail part of our Tortie Tuesday post.

Last Thursday and Friday mommy got a new roof. She has needed one ever since she moved in, and she finally managed to get one this year. (Mommy edit: Thank you tax refund and economic stimulus checks!)

Anyway, Thursday morning bright and early some strange men came with loud machines and started tromping around on our roof. They were very, very loud and they were there ALL DAY. I was okay with it. I just watched out of the windows to make sure they were doing their job correctly.

Ivy: BUT TYBALT!!!! He was a scaredy-cat! He ran and hid ALL DAY LONG. When mommy got home Thursday night she called him and called him, but the loud men were still on the roof so Tybalt wouldn't come out. Mommy finally laid down on the bedroom floor and looked under the bed, and there Tybalt was! He scooted over to the edge and talked to her, but he wouldn't come out to see her. He was too scared!

Holly: Later on after the noisy men left he came out on his own to find mommy in the living room. And what did she do? She picked him up and kissed him and called him a brave boy! Mommy is a LIAR!

Ivy: We just laughed at him.

Holly: And then the next day the loud men came again and got back up on the roof. And mommy got a kind of panicky call from Almost Dad because he couldn't find Tybalt! He looked under the chairs and under the bed, and no Tybalt. He was scared he had gotten out somehow. But then he saw Tybalt at the foot of the stairs down to the basement. He had wedged himself between the bottom stair and the basement door!

Ivy: I don't know if Tybalt is a Master of Disguise like he claims, but he certainly has his disappearing act down! When Grandmama came over later in the day, she couldn't find him anywhere either. And Grandpapa came over and had to ask if mommy still had Tybalt, because he didn't see him anywhere. But when mommy came home, he came right out to see her - but of course, the noisy men were gone by then.

Holly: So that is our tattle - Tybalt is a fraidy cat!!!!!!

Ivy: HAHAHAHAHA, TYBALT! FRAIDY CAT! FRAIDY CAT!

Tybalt: Ivy, aren't you forgetting who the kitty was that was so upset by the loud men that they had a sick tummy, and all over mommy's kitchen rug? Hmmmmm?

Ivy: . . . . . . hush Tybalt. You know I'm sensitive.

Holly: I guess I'm the only brave kitty here!