This is my favorite time of the day- The house is still quiet, and the Human gets her coffee and I snuggle up on her lap and fall asleep while she reads her Bible and gets some direction and strength for the day. She’s going to need it when the Critters get here. And I’ll have to be ready for them too.
Let’s start the day off with a reason to smile! (Besides coffee),…
My human got a new cat bed for “us!” (But Sushi’s not getting it- I was here first)!
I came in and saw a new surprise all set up just for cute little ME! I was so happy, since Sushi the Brat Cat claimed my boppy that the Can Opener keeps on her desk so I can sleep by her while she’s working at her desk.
See? The big, round, comfy pillow she’s laying on was all MINE until the barge came along and stole it. Did I try to get it back? Does a cat have whiskers? YES I DID. But that thing is bigger than a ship and she could flatten me with no more effort than a horse needs to knock a fly away with his tail.
But I saw the new bed first- and of course, I immediately rubbed my scent all over it, walked through it, walked on top of it, and deposited enough of my fur to make a polar bear blush.
Did that matter to the mountain? No. After I left my scent, my fur and my pawprints (literally) all over it, I gave Mom tons of head butts and snuggles to thank her for it and ran outside to tell my Mama.
And later, when I came back inside to enjoy my new bed, I saw this…
The Tiny Critter had put my snake and my kicker toy inside the bed before her nap. And I came in to discover that Sushi not only stole my bed, but also my toys!
Waking up to a hazy sky and smoke in the air puts a cat in a rotten mood.
Any self-respecting cat will of course, demand that the humans immediately get busy clearing the air, and bringing out the sunshine. But of course, Humans can’t do that – (and most of them would just ignore it, anyway), so what is a cat supposed to do to escape what would otherwise be a long, boring day trapped inside?
1.) POUT. Make your displeasure evident. The humans will know they can’t fix it for you, so they should feel sufficiently guilty enough to fall all over themselves trying to make it up to you- something like this would work well….
2.) If they don’t do whatever is necessary to fix the problem for you, continue pouting- no matter what they do to distract you.
3.) Of course, if your humans are of the stubborn variety, you may have to show them who’s boss and then give them a stern warning….
If that doesn’t work, then set about making your own indoor fun… and soon they’ll be happy to let you out!
Wiped out after a long play session and an (attempted) nail trim.
The Can Opener has made several attempts to trim Sushi’s claws, by herself, but without the Marines, it’s just not going to happen. Today she watched a few videos on YouTube looking for tips that might help since she can’t get her into the vet for a trim for at least a few weeks. They aren’t making many appointments.
After watching several videos, she finally decided to try some tips from a Vet who clipped his own (angry) cat’s claws. It looked a lot easier than it actually was- because even though that cat was also angry, it wasn’t “Ms. Alligator Roll.”
Maybe the video will help someone else out there with a militant cat, but for the Can Opener, Sushi won- again.
I think Sushi knows those switchblades on her feet are her only means of ruling the roost around here, and she’s not planning on giving them up. No matter how many treats she’s offered. So, what’s next? I’ll be watching… with a big bowl of popcorn!!!
Mom’s right. I am absolutely the cutest feline anywhere… I noticed my face in the mirror, and I realized that I truly am “One of a kind.” My stripes are perfectly in order, my nose is flipping adorable, my eyes are light blue, and I’m super smart too!
My humans fell in love with me at first sight, and now its been 7 years, and I finally have them mostly trained.
Sushi tries to take the spotlight- and in a sense, she does. In the sense that there’s always a big “elephant in the room” that the humans have to be careful not to trip over!
Sushi complains constantly about being on a diet. The humans are concerned for her because the vet said she needs to lose weight. They are doing everything they can to help her- but the girl was born to eat. She cons the grandkids, and walks in the human’s friends’ houses and helps herself to their food (not the good stuff Mom feeds us), and she’s been taking lessons From Sheba to sniff out treats- even if theyre not in our house.
As much as Sushi hates being on a diet, our Can Opener has plans for her to helep her. I’ll post on that later, from a safe distance. For now, any small animals need to stay inside…..
This morning has started out very annoying. First we woke up to a smokey haze hiding the sun and giving my fur a weird orange tint. I went outside and had to come back in. I was sitting in the windowsill pouting, then I looked over and saw Sheba come sauntering in, and helping herself to my food.
Now, where are those treats I smell?
I’m so glad she didn’t figure out how to get the treats the human leaves up on top of the desk for me. She has to leave them up there in my favorite hangout under the air conditioner because that’s the only place Sushi can’t get to to eat them. But I sure hope she stops staring at herself and leaves soon, because Sushi and I need to have a talk.
Well, that didn’t last long. The Can Opener got up to go into the kitchen and Sheba jumped down and followed her – growling and swatting at her leg! She got escorted outside- then she turned around and HISSED at the door!
She’s so flipping rude sometimes! First, she came flying in the house, trumpeting her presence loudly with a mouse hanging out of her mouth, and after she presented it to the Can Opener, and flipped over belly up, loving all the high praises about being such a WONDERFUL huntress, she came over to me, (where I was peacefully laying down rolling my eyes at her performance), and licked my head, purring, and then- she whapped me upside the head and ordered me to do a post!
Finally, when I convinced the little brat to let me go, she turned to resume her mouse activities and it was gone! MWAHAHAHAHA! Serves her right. Man, I’m sleepy now. I guess I’d better do that post so she won’t interrupt my nap again. So, I asked the Can Opener to help me and she gave me some ideas… I think this will help me get over my frustration with the albino fleabag, and maybe they’ll help you too!
And now for a final thought from the Can Opener….
Thinking and Praying for all my readers all the time. I appreciate every one of you and I know times are hard- but do not lose heart. God listens to prayer- even when you don’t know what to say. Be strong.