Let’s just hope for the best, shall we?

I know you people don’t believe me when I tell you about these things. You think I make this stuff up. Even my own mother calls up to verify some things.

Yesterday’s blog was about Jojo Kitty and his personal vendetta against a pineapple. Yesterday, when I got home from Bank of No Forks, I found an orange Hannibal Lector in the kitchen.

Poor pineapple.

I got action photos this time.

It is my understanding that the pineapple will be served for dinner this evening.

I’m afraid of what this means. Will Jojo Kitty be appeased by the demise of the pineapple and settle down? OR will he feel the need to deflect his ire and wrath on another fruit or vegetable? There are some eggplants and an acorn squash he’s showed no interest in until now.

What if he decides he’s graduated from inanimate objects and goes for the dog? OR ME? What if he starts demanding virgin sacrifice? I’m safe but what about the neighbors?

This is a lot to worry about.