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I just found out I’m on the Naughty List…

Sushi must have ratted me out.

The Can Opener had a suspicion

So she started doing some research. She asked Mr.Google what is the most talkative cat- and my name was in the list. Along with these other breeds of cats:

Siamese are listed as the most talkative and that we talk all day! (I thought that was a good thing- because otherwise, this dim-witted Can Opener will never figure out what I’m asking for).

Photo by Miguel F. on Unsplash

Oriental Shorthairs These are said to purr extremely loud and have a loud voice -(but my voice is dainty and cute)…

Image by Tania Van den Berghen from Pixabay

Sphynx These guys are vocal too, and have a raspy voice that insists on being heard- they sing and chirp too! Looks like this one met up with a vacuum cleaner in a dark alley.

Image by Vincent Simard from Pixabay

Burmese These guys are talkative too, and also have a slight raspy voice, but they aren’t as loud as the rest of us. Apparently they’re very affectionate, too -(like me).

Image by Алексей Боярских from Pixabay

So, what does this have to do with me being on a ‘naughty list?’

Well, my breed (Siamese) was also mentioned in other lists of cat characteristics….(along with other cat breeds).

Besides being on the list for the most talkative, I was also mentioned on the list of friendliest cat breeds, the cats with the most personality, most intelligent cat breeds, the breed of cats that want the most attention, and the Naughtiest Cat breeds!!

I had no idea that trying to open the microwave was being “naughty-” The Can Opener does it all the time, and nobody complains about her!

I sure hope Santa hasn’t seen that list!


Well then, I guess I’ll just be adorable AND naughty!


Thursday (Needed) Therapy

I think it’s time for some therapy around here. I’m bored out my mind.

Sushi’s losing it.

Not that she wasn’t already crazy- but now she’s crazier. She’s started doing things that don’t make any sense for a cat- like trying to help the Can Opener while she’s doing sewing projects (making cat toys) with the little Critters.

I kept telling her if she really wanted to help, she should turn around and attack Jazlyn’s foot.
But she doesn’t have my acute sense of humor.

Sushi’s idea of helping was to lay on all the things they needed for the different cat toys the Can Opener was designing. And she started licking the sewing basket – weirdo.

This didn’t stop them from working on their project, but it did make it last 2 hours longer than they wanted. I guess even Sushi can get something right now and then!😹

In other news- my Mama (cat) brought her boyfriend over for dinner the other night. The problem is, he’s staying.

Meet “Owl.”

Now the Can Opener needs to buy stock in Purina to be able to keep us all fed. He likes our food – and the tuna, but if he touches my Redi Whip, I’ll smack him so hard even Google won’t be able to find him!

I don’t mind Mama having my Redi Whip- but I want to wait and see how he treats my Mama before he gets my favorite thing in the whole world. He’d better be good to her!

In other news, we’re sad to report that Smokey is no longer with us- he didn’t die or anything, but The Can Opener’s sister let him out the morning before Thanksgiving, and he never came back.

Some of the neighbors say they’ve seen him way down on the other end of the bike path behind our house (with his brand-new Seresto collar on that he’d just gotten). So apparently he’s fine- but found another place he likes better. We think Sheba chased him off- for good.

She comes in my house and tries to chase ME OFF!

UNTIL she sees this…

Sheba’s full time job

Maybe “helping” with sewing projects
isn’t such a bad idea.


Caturday Crazies

Mom! Make this box bigger!

It’s Caturday Finally!

The Can Opener’s schedule keeps changing but it’s finally Caturday and I have her all to my cute little self- (when Sushi’s sleeping, that is). So I’ve been a little crazy this morning, you know- zipping in and out of the house, and up on top of the desk so I can hit Mom in the head with my silvervine sticks from above while she’s on the computer.

It’s a good thing she doesn’t have a temper, because when I did it she had just sat a fresh cup of coffee on the desk, then got herself a bowl of cottage cheese and blueberries, and before she could even pick up her spoon, I knocked the silver vine stick off the top of the desk and it fell within 1/4 of an inch of her breakfast.

Man, my aim is off lately! I need more practice!

Earlier I hopped up onto the dresser in the bedroom and discovered a great felt-lined box that just had to be put there just for me- (it had a bird on the lid, so why else would it be there)? So I got Mom to open it for me, so I could check it out- but she needs to stretch it, because I can’t fit into it very well.

After that, I teamed up with my Mama who had stopped by for breakfast, (and mid-morning snack, and lunch-) and we tormented the neighborhood squirrels for a while. Sheba came outside and got mad that my Mama was breathing her air, and tried to chase her away- but the Can Opener heard my Mama cry out and she got MAD at Sheba and chased her away!!! 😹

Now I’m tired and ready to steal the heating pad and take a nap- then I’ll take some of these suggestions from my friends for fun when I wake up!

Mom NEVER leaves the paper towels where I can get my paws on them. Sometimes she’s so rude.

Oh yes, I’m going to have fun when I wake up! 😹

Let’s play a game next, Mom!


The Sushi Diet Chronicles

Oops. She CAUGHT ME!

It started out good today- the Can Opener had a busy morning and after getting home from work, she fed me. Then she gave me love and saw that I knew she was about to get on the computer and I wanted to be on the desk on my fat pillow next to her, so she put me up there.

Then she went in the kitchen, washed her hands, and I climbed up on my pillow, got all comfy, and went right to sleep. A little bit later, I woke up to a heavenly aroma and saw the Can Opener walking back into the kitchen- and right in front of me was a delicious roast beef and ham sandwich she had made just for me!

So I did what any cat in her right mind would do- I dove into it! I certainly didn’t want her think I was ungrateful-

I was wondering though, why she would put that funny green stuff and that brown funny- smelling stuff she calls ‘mustard’ on my sandwich- but nobody’s perfect, right? I was just glad she didn’t put the red pepper on it (this time).

Then suddenly she comes back to her desk with a PICKLE in her hand- did she really expect I’d eat that thing?

Then all of a sudden she noticed how much I was enjoying her sandwich, and she said “Sushi! NO!!”

And all of a sudden she jerked up the sandwich and cleaned up the mustard and green stuff off her desk, and there went my great sandwich -(well, the ham and the other stuff anyway- I’d already eaten the roast beef) – except for 2 pieces that she pried out from under my paws and threw away! How rude can you get?

Now she’s going to be watching me like a paranoid hawk again because I’m
on a diet– But she gave it to me! And anyway, I’m not the only kitty that “steals” food!

These guys do it too!

And I thought she was just being super sweet today….HMPH! 😿


We’re Noticing a Pattern here…

It happened again. And Twilight and I know why.

We’re grounding the Can Opener.

Twilight and I have finally put it together and now we know what makes the Can Opener leave us alone (suddenly) for the whole.flipping.day twice every year. And we are grounding the Can Opener.

They call it Thanksgiving and sometimes Christmas.

I think this time the excuse was “Christmas.” Twilight noticed that when the Critter’s parents’ car pops up (without the Critters)- it usually means the Can Opener is going to disappear for the day and we’re going to be stuck watching cat tv and that means I’m not going to have my warm snuggly lap or the Can Opener to feed me treats and cover me up with my blankie- and Twilight will be smashing into the tv all day trying to get mice from inside the screen until she’s dizzier and dumber than normal.

Of course, the Can Opener doesn’t ask our permission first- she just feeds us (our ‘last meal’) – then flies out the door and comes home forever later smelling like C.A.T.

NOT like me and Twilight!

Last night she got home really late- (we were almost starved to death by then- I could see the BOTTOM of my bowl)! She also came home loaded down with presents and food- but it was all the kind of stuff she says we can’t eat. Nice thing to do to two starving cats who are moments from starving to death, huh?

And this is is why….

Serafina…. the Critters’ heart stealer.
Abby- Serafina’s co-conspirator!

Our cheating human calls them her grand-kitties.

Wait- What did you say, my head still hurts from all that mouse hunting yesterday- what does she call them???

That’s right- she calls them her GRAND-KITTIES! HOW INSULTING! We’re way grander, aren’t we Twilight? Well, anyway, I am…. and here’s proof!

I looked in her phone when she fell asleep last night and saw THIS!
Serafina- (and the biggest Critter). Serafina was in full on STEAL HEARTS mode! Outrageous!
And these two were helping Serafina and Abby steal hearts! No wonder Mom got home so late!
The tiniest Critter made her stay for dinner (pasta she made with her Play Doh pasta maker).

No wonder Mom said we can’t eat what she brought home. She can’t either.

Okay, Sushi- give it a rest for now. I’m still recovering from all those head slams at the tv.


We’re Back- (well, in the morning)…

The Can Opener started this earlier today- but then she went to work, and after that, Sushi got her sidetracked-
Thanks, Mount Sushi.

It’s been a while- (it’s Sushi’s fault).

We’ve been busy keeping the rodent population down- (well, I have… Sushi only works on keeping those pesky blankets down). The Can Opener has a lot going on, and we’ve been telling her to get on the ball and post for us- but she’s as stubborn as ever and we can’t always get her to listen to her overlords (us) as well as she should. We are discussing disciplinary options now, but really, what can we do?

We threaten to with-hold treats from her, but she’s the one who buys everything so that doesn’t always work out. The closest we can come to with-holding her treats, is to stick our paws in her ice cream before she can dive in. But that lady is faster than lightening when it comes to ice cream.

Still, we’re working on getting this lady under control- but for now, she’s falling asleep and we haven’t had our nightly grooming and snuggles yet- so we’re going to make her give us attention now, and we’ll let her have her computer back in the morning. (Maybe)…

Good Grief!

Actually, there’s nothing good about grief…

Too many people are burdened by anxiety, stress, and grief- and cats are the cure.

Our Can Opener has had her paws full lately. And everywhere we look we hear bad reports and see a lot of anxious or grieving people. The Can Opener herself is still grieving- and so is her sister. But they know of several things that really help- (we’ll talk about those later)- but guess what? We cats are great therapists!

From the beginning time, humans have seen that their cats make them smile, bring them warmth and comfort, and give them a reason to get up in the morning. That’s because if they don’t get up in the morning, their cats will eat their donuts before they can have a chance to.

But besides serving as your faithful alarm clocks (to remind you of our 3 am feeding schedule), and helping you avoid those un-necessary calories in those donuts that you always regret eating later, cats are great for your mental health in a ton of other ways.

Grab your coffee and get ready to learn!


We help you stay on the Light Side. And help you learn what cookies are worth our your time.
We give you ideas for reining in those two-legged noise machines when you’re driving.

We’re great at keeping secrets.
We help you control those unruly pets.

And we’re always willing to sample your cooking- even when it’s a little “RARE.”
We keep your melons from rolling off the counter while you’re putting the groceries away. You’re welcome.

And we remind you to recycle those big boxes that you keep tripping over. This one’s MINE.

Here he is again….

Go someplace else, Smokey! This is OUR HOUSE!
I’m Smokey- and they don’t know it yet, but they’re going to adopt me.

I’ve been stealing everyone’s heart

Aren’t I cute? I’m absolutely adorable, and I know it because every neighbor around here tells me all the time. Today I visited Twilight and Sushi’s house -(they have the best food, and the Can Opener doesn’t yell at me and chase me away like some of the other neighbors). A lot of the neighbors around here are trying to help find out where I belong- if I’m lost or something.

But I keep telling them where I belong! Right HERE on Twilight’s throne! The problem is, Twilight and Sushi disagree and the Can Opener listens to them, not me. So I have to convince the Can Opener that I’m cuter than them.

So far I’m not having much luck. And the big one looks like she could eat me- so I’m kind of nervous, but the food is great in the neighborhood- and sooner or later, somebody is going to adopt me!

Mom- he’s back- get rid of him or I WILL!

FINE! I’LL GO…(But I’ll be back)…. at dinnertime!



The Can Opener’s Driving me Crazy.

She’s obsessed with my belly. Good Grief.

If she puts a cone on me, she’ll be sorry!

It finally quit raining ash, and the smoke cleared up, so a couple of days ago the Can Opener finally let me go out again and lay in a sun puddle on the doorstep in the center of her flowers. It felt so good- my own purrsonal heating pad without that annoying cord.

But a few hours after my belly-obsessed Can Opener called me in, I started scratching and pulling at my belly, and she kept trying to get me to stop, but of course, I didn’t, because DUH! I’m a CAT. I do what I want.

She was busy (what else is new)- so it took her a while to actually sit down for a few minutes and look at my belly. When she saw I had pulled some fur out, she had a catniption fit and the next thing I knew, she reached inside the kitty kit -(her evil bag of tricks she keeps all my meds and brushes in)- and out came a bottle, and she picked me up and sprayed my belly 4 times with that vile thing!

Before the spray…..
Today! After 3 sprays twice a day since Saturday.

She had called the vet, who told her to put a cone on me- lucky for me she hasn’t been able to get one yet- but she’s still looking. Meanwhile, she’s been watching me like a paranoid hawk, and on the few occasions I’d start to pull at my fur again, she’d shake the treat bag- and my head (of course), immediately popped up and I forgot what I was doing!! 😹

You know, I hate to admit it, but now I don’t mind that spray- I just sit now and let her spray me. I’m not going to tell her, but it makes the irritation go away instantly!! Don’t tell her I said that, though- I kind of have a good thing going here… If I just pretend to start chewing at myself, out come the treats!! 😻

Now it’s time for a nap!