Tazzy's bored...

So this morning I was in the kitchen unpacking groceries, when I heard talking that sounded like it was coming from inside the house. I was pretty sure I didn't have either unannounced visitors (Blaze would never allow that) or ghosts (he probably wouldn't allow that either), so I walked into the living room to find out what was going on. Tazzy looked at me from her spot on the couch, wiggled, then went back to what she was doing when I entered the room, which, apparently, was watching television. She was lying on top of the remote, watching FOX (and she really did look like she was watching it). Luckily, at least we don't get FOX news here, mostly just Simpsons and House repeats, so at least it was safe for her to watch. A few minutes later she came strolling into the kitchen, so I guess her curiosity was satisfied.

For now I am going to chalk this up as an accident, but if it happens again I will start to wonder...