I have noticed your narrowed eyes glaring at me from the cat tree, the windowsill, the top of the refrigerator and the kitchen counters -(by the way, you’re not supposed to be there).
I’ve also noticed your refusal to come to me when I call, or to play with me since I left you and Sushi home on Easter Sunday. Then there’s also the tell-all revelations from “sleepy Sushi” that you didn’t think she would tell me when I got home.
But Twilight, my dear sweet girl- it was Easter Sunday! I didn’t abandon you and Sushi – (I came back home, right)? And the reason I smelled like Serafina and Abby is because I spent the day with the Critters and their parents and Serafina and Abby live there!
So, what will it take to make you feel better?? Another thousand belly rubs? Another boatload of treats, and more whipped cream? Or an open refrigerator?
Yes, Mom. I know my big bag of food is inside- but I’m not hungry- and besides, I haven’t finished the first bag. So that means this is my new play perch, and you can’t open it. It’s just the right size for me to perch on so I can swipe at you when you walk by- and the best part is, Sushi can’t get up here!
Just buy me another bag because if you open my box It’ll fall when I try to jump up here. But hey- why don’t we play while you think about it?
By the way, Mom- don’t tell Sushi I said it, but you need to give her the eye treatment now….while I go hide!
And after that, maybe you can tell me why you left me and Sushi alone yesterday —ON EASTER— and came back smelling like Serafina and Abby??
This better be good….
Before you answer, just remember who I’m related to….
The Can Opener is annoying the whiskers off me today. I was curled up all cozy on the nice furry rug and she decided to wash it and yanked it right out from under me!! HOW RUDE.
Then she proceeded to further annoy me (and scare the heck out of Twilight)- with that thing she calls Mr. Dyson – I wish I could chew the cord off that thing. I think it’s time for some nip and some laughs before I do something to get myself grounded from treats from now til eternity.
Chances are somebody might be annoying you too- or worse yet, making you sad. Kind of like when Mom spends $175.00 at the grocery store and the bags only have 12 items. No- that’s not sad- I think she calls that “depressed.”
So if you’re going to the grocery store today too, maybe you should join me in a few laughs and get your blood pressure to a good level first…Unless you’ll need it more when you get home!
Is anyone interested in some (video) links to let you know things that are reported to be in short supply soon so you can stock up now? If you are, tell me in the comment section, and I’ll post them!
It isn’t my fault like Twilight says. (I heard that little brat)! I’ve been doing my part to make sure our Can Opener remembers to type for us. I mean, if planting myself on her lap within 60 seconds of her sitting down – (and informing her I’m not moving) – doesn’t tell her to sit down and blog, then I don’t know what does. I mean, what else does she have to do if she’s planted for a couple of hours while I get my beauty sleep?
But do you know what she says? “I can’t do that with you on my lap, Sushi- My computer’s on the desk!” EXCUSES!
I see no reason why she can’t hang the laptop from the ceiling or something (without it resting on my belly while I’m asleep on her lap)- she’s always up for a challenge, but for some reason she insists on yanking me off her lap and plopping me on the couch like her bathrobe or something when we want her to type for us. I think she’s just being stubborn.
But, she has been working a lot lately – and her sister’s health problems keep coming back- (all the more reason to sit down and snuggle me when she gets home)- so maybe I’ll cut her a little slack- as long as I get my snuggle time.
Meanwhile, she has been taking time to play with me more often. I just wish she didn’t always schedule my playtime during my naps when I want to be sleeping!
Well, that was fun- now I’m ready for a nap. That stretching is hard work!
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)…
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!
Our human Can Opener is doing well, but has been busy cleaning up a big mess in the kitchen for the last two days. That’s because there was a bad problem under the kitchen sink, and the management is installing a new kitchen sink and new countertops- and the human is delighted about that- but not too crazy about all the dust and sawdust that seems to find its way all over everything no matter how hard the workers (and she) works to keep it at bay.
Today she was coughing constantly (while they were working)- but she’s not sick. So after they left, she declared war on the dust- she has been cleaning ever since they left today. She did the same thing yesterday too. But they’re coming back to “finish up” tomorrow!
I’ve been calling to her to stop and baby me, and let me tell you, if I had a treat for every time she said to me yesterday and today, “Okay Sushi- give me a few more minutes…” I’d be sitting on a mountain of treats higher than Mount Everest!
Twilight and I had a discussion today- (well, I talked, she slept)… but still- as soon as she wakes up, we’re going to put a stop to all this cleaning, because we want our cuddles and our routine back more than the Can Opener wants her kitchen back, and everything put back where it belongs. Any ideas?
Mom, why is it I’m on a diet, but not Twilight? Look what she did to my box! She slept in it and flattened the whole side of it! And left her fur all over my favorite green blankie.
Now when I want to go hide under my bed, I have half a box left! Now I’m going to go flatten her box, and leave my fur on her favorite blankie- but you need to order me a new box, okay? And how about washing my blankie, so I don’t get her fur all over me…I don’t want Smokey making fun of me about this- It’ll ruin my reputation.
And hurry up, with that new box order, okay? She’ll come flying in any minute now and try to take it over again unless you distract her with treats. By the way- where are those treats? I want to get my share before the little flea sucks them all up on her way to my box.
I haven’t posted a lesson for you would-be respectable cats for a while, because I’ve had my paws full around here with the critters, Sushi, and the would-be feline home invader, Smokey.
But he got me thinking… of course, if he is lost, or was left behind by a family who moved out, he needs a home, and cuddles, and food- and of course, flea treatment (for the love of Ceiling Cat, PLEASE)!
But whether a cat moves in to a home by manipulation (Smokey is good at that)- or by invitation, a respectable cat still needs to know how to train his “owners.”
Now, Smokey hasn’t been adopted (but he sure is trying)- because the Can Opener has her paws full already -(and the whole neighborhood loves him and wants him).
But for you cats who are adopted, here are a few pointers you help you train your “owners” to your specifications.
For one, help them “Catify” the house to your liking….
And make sure you tell them how to fix your castle to your liking…