If you've been reading this blog since the beginning, then you know I'm married to a pirate. One of the reasons I married that pirate is because he makes me laugh. One of the unfortunate ways he makes me laugh is by tickling me. You see, I am the most ticklish person you have ever met. All you have to say is, tickle and I start giggling.
Okay; so we were on the couch watching a movie and that pirate started tickling me. I was laughing and kicking and laughing and screaming and ... Panzer came in the living room to see what all the noise was about.
Seeing him standing in the doorway watching us, I couldn't help myself ... I screamed, "Panzer! Help me! Panzer!"
All I saw was a black streak flying through the air.
Hissing and scratching, Panzer landed on the pirate's back. The pirate jumped off the couch and turned around and around trying get that cat off his back. Panzer was not about to let go. He continued hissing and scratching, until the pirate grabbed a glass of pop off the coffee table and, reaching over his shoulder, poured it all over Panzer.
Not appreciating all that sticky pop in his fur, Panzer jumped down. He stood there looking at me and waiting for me to say Thank You. Then, tail straight up in the air, he sauntered over to the doorway. He sat there cleaning his fur like nothing had happened.
Panzer has owned me a lot longer than I've been married. Let's just say, he has agreed to put up with the newest addition to the household as long as there's no more tickling involved.