upside-down

The other day, my brother Buckley was chewing on some tape that he had specifically been told not to chew. I lay in the corner and watched as he chewed and chewed on the tape, which was attached to the side of a box. Chew chew. Rustle. My brother Buckley was so engrossed in his tape-chewing that he ignored the fact that Uncle Bryan was right there watching him. Watching him chew the tape he was not supposed to chew. Chew chew chew.

Uncle Bryan got very angry. "BUCKLEY NO! NO! BUCKLEY! BAD CAT! I TOLD YOU NOT TO CHEW THE TAPE!" Ha ha. Buckley looked very startled when Uncle Bryan grabbed him and held him in the air, high over the tape and the box. I was watching this, from my corner, silently. I watched as Uncle Bryan held Buckley upside down over the box as punishment. My brother Buckley is not necessarily keen enough to realize that being held upside down is a punishment; he got this dopey look on his face like a new game was being played, and part of the new game was Hang Upside Down Over a Box for a Minute.

Finally Uncle Bryan put Buckley back down. Buckley came over to me in my corner and we both licked our paws for a little while, and I decided to take the high road and not say anything disparaging to my brother, but then an hour later do you know what he did? He chewed the tape again. Chew chew chew rustle rustle. The tape he was told not to chew.

I have pretty much lost all respect for you, Buckley.