Al has made clear his opinion of the new bell. He is not a fan. I have explained to him “I am not the one! I did not choose this path! I was okay with trapping your wild a@@ inside for the winter.” However, in fairness to my loving hubby, who is currently tearing out and rebuilding our pond and therefore traipsing in and out of the house, trapping the wild a@@ inside is no small feat. And since he has to also deal with the “prizes” which Al brings in, I defer to his judgment on the best recourse for The Killer Cat.
Meanwhile, I am getting the teenager looks from Al. Malevolent, baleful “I hate you” stares, as if this is somehow my doing. And this morning….this morning he artfully jingled and jangled at every turn for about 30 minutes until I finally, finally rolled out of bed and greeted the day.
Or, at the very least, greeted the killer cat.