Postcard Plot #3 and Abbie the Thief

[spatch]

No sooner did I set the grocery bag down than Abbie knocks it over, sticks his furry face in, and chews through the plastic breadbag to get at the loaf of bread inside. Elapsed time of thievery: 90 seconds. All I was doing was removing my boots and he went right for the bread product and took out a chunk of two pieces.

Swear to god, cat. One of these days they're gonna find you floating head-over-tail down the Charles. Or the Mystic, if I'm feeling particularly vindictive.

I received a third mystery postcard in the mail today, unsigned, of course, and postmarked Seattle. This makes me think someone's either very well-travelled, or enlisting the aid of accomplices. This one is intriguing, and has caused me to reconsider my "complete group effort" theory, because the picture is of a street sign that says "LOVE" and the recipe on the back is for a "Love Passion" cocktail involving gin, champagne, and passion fruit liqueur. That's a message you don't send to just anybody.

So! I am pleasantly intrigued. This little caper is the right blend of whimsy and mystery and I wanted to let whoever's behind it that I'm quite enjoying it so far. I may have to owe you dinner once all is said and done.

Comments

[reveritas.livejournal.com]

it's sounding very nick bantock, so far.

[benevola.livejournal.com]

Ack! My cat eats through the bread bags too! Once, he even chewed through a package of Nutter Butters and ate half of one and slobbered on several more. The horror!

[luckimunki.livejournal.com]

Once, my mother had packed me a bag lunch to take to school. I set it down on the stairs to tie my shoes, and when I looked up, my cat had opened the bag, taken out the sandwich, opened the tin foil wrapper, removed a piece of bread, and was happily munching on the bologna inside. And this was the cat we used to call stupid!

(Psst. If the person responsible for the post cards is reading, let me in on this game! I wanna play, too!)

[piemancer]

Me three!