My Little Thief

Paula jumps on my desk if she knows I have some sweets on the windowsill near where I work. I began to think that early Alzheimer’s was setting in and I had forgotten about eating them. I didn’t know about my little thief until I caught her at it one day, I had gone into the kitchen to make coffee and went back to get my cup, to be confronted by Paula standing delicately amongst my paperwork eating her way through my Minstrels. The silly thing is, if I offered her one, she would turn her nose up at it!