Category Archives: Cattitude

A New BOX! PARTYTIME!

It’s a NEW BOX – just for me! (Sushi get your own)!

A Sunny day, a new box, and the Can Opener!

When I heard the knock at the door, I darted under the bed, because it was a hard, loud knock- but a few seconds later after the Can Opener answered the door, I smelled something delicious coming from that big box. It was more of my favorite food! But then, when the bag came out, there were big sheets of pawsome brown paper inside (I LOVE CRINKLY PAPER)- And before the Can Opener walked away with the food, I pounced into the box to try it out!

I claimed it immediately! Then I hinted at the Can Opener to put some more tissue paper in it and the next thing I knew, I was having the time of my life!

Sushi, however, isn’t impressed with the box- (she has her own favorite)- So I had fun circling under the flaps of the box and swiping at my favorite wand toy (with all the pretty bows that I just can’t seem to untie- yet) … Give me time, and I’ll untie every one of those pretty bows!

Sushi on the other hand, was just watching the show. And bathing. And bathing. And BATHING…

And barking at the Can Opener to come brush and cuddle her.
Now I’m all played out. But I informed the human that the box STAYS.

Sushi’s Musings

I’ve been hearing some unbelievable things from the Can Opener!

The Can Opener says some cats are naughty!

I just can’t believe cats ever misbehave, because I know I’m such an angel… no, really! I don’t ever fight with other cats at all- (I just smack Twilight when she insists on pawing at me to make me play when I don’t want to) – but that’s not naughty- that’s discipline! These young twerps these days just don’t like to take “no” for an answer!

I also notice Sheba’s naughtiness- she keeps her Mom up all night long and won’t let her sleep- and every time Twilight follows our human when she goes next door to visit her sister, that crazy Sheba hisses and fluffs up her tail and chases Twilight out of the house! Even when Sheba comes here, she tries to chase Twilight off her own cat tree! But Sheba won’t mess with me, because I’ll eat her. (Not misbehaving- I just have a great appetite)!

Psycho Sheba

I even hear that some cats eat houseplants – (a vegan CAT?), and some attack toes- (Twilight, are you listening)? And others poop outside the litterbox! I never do these things because I’m a good cat – but from what I hear, these things can really upset the humans and cause some problems. So I decided maybe I should pass on the video my Can Opener found while doing research to help her sister not to be so fur-rustrated with Sheba.

Check this out- maybe it’ll help you or someone you know who has a very mischievous cat!

Just remember you heard it from Sushi- the good cat!



Morning Coffee with Sushi

One of these days, human. One of these days!

That Lunatic Can Opener did it again-

I’m really getting tired of this- every time I so much as sneeze the Can Opener takes me to the vet. Just because I’m older. I protest, but she does it anyway. I’m not sick, but again the other day she took me in for a shot. She said I was “due for a distemper booster” – and in spite of all my objections, she whisked me away anyhow- and on top of that she had them trim my beloved claws!

I don’t know what a “distempter” booster is, but it must have worked- because it definitely boosted my TEMPER! And this morning I’m still sore from that shot and yet the Can Opener still insists on picking me up to groom me. I smacked her a zillion times with my tail this morning, but that didn’t stop her from grooming me anyway. And now I’m exhausted and need a nap.

Actually, I do feel better since she groomed me, but I’ll never let her know it!

Leave me alone Mom. Wake me up when you buy sardines.


Caturday Cats

My favorite thing to do on a Caturday, is follow the Can Opener around getting extra snuggles and treats.

It’s Caturday! Time to do your (cat) thing!

Cats love Caturday. Unless their humans leave them alone all day, or they have a bazillion creatures running around tearing the house apart, throwing things, screaming and shredding the drapes – (before you get the chance), or putting their grubby little fingers in the cat food, and dumping out your water. That might stress a cat out – just a little.

When a cat has to deal with things like that, they might show some signs of being a little hissed off. They might misbehave a little bit- or just plain lose it altogether…

And especially if there are little critters running around in the house with their playmates, your cat might get slightly exhausted from all the chaos and just drop into a coma…

But if they don’t drop into a coma or lose their minds, they may decide to spend some time problem solving…

Or use their Caturdays to settle a score…

Whatever you humans have planned for your Caturday, better make sure your cat is happy too!


It’s Caturday!

Twilight can’t play with my wand toy, Mom. She can go catch a mouse. It’s MY Caturday, and I’ll pout if I want to.

How are you spending your Caturday?

I spent the first part of my Caturday keeping the Can Opener company while she had her coffee and prayer time. Now I’m trying to play with my favorite wand toy (with colorful bows on it)- and Twilight keeps trying to snag it. I swatted the fleas right off the little brat and told her to go catch a mouse or something, then I decided to park on it so she can’t pick it up and drag it away.

I think the Can Opener was shocked. That’s okay- that just means she’s fully awake now and Twilight knows not to mess with me. Now she’ll probably go dig up a flowerbed someplace.

While the Can Opener is outside enjoying the sunshine, I want to ask how your Caturday is going? I know some of you cats may be lonely and bored (which is a great excuse to nap)-

The attack of the sunbeam

Birthday parties were designed to torment cats

Or maybe you’re stuck in a house full of those tiny little noise-makers trying to be good and not scratch them to ribbons…

Or, maybe your sniffing the air looking for a neighborhood barbeque to inspect… (let me know if you find one- with GPS coordinates, please)… or

Why isn’t anyone grilling over here yet?
By the way human, don’t forget to order the pizza and leave the door open for me…

Maybe you’re making dinner plans for later… I’ll be right over to help you with that Door Dash. Happy Caturday!


She did it again…

You’d better have a good excuse, Human.

We can’t believe she did it again.

I knew something was up as soon as she got out the laptop bag. I told Sushi, but Sushi thought I was crazy. But now she knows. Once again, after a purrfectly pawsome morning of cuddles and treats, right when we thought we had it made for the day, The Can Opener packed up and left for the Critters’ house.

This time because the Critters’ parents were going to be gone and instead of staying here, they were concerned about leaving our cousins, Serafina and Abby alone (after having started them on a wet food only diet). They didn’t want to have to leave them with dry food only and no one to give them their wet food.

I told them I could take care of the food- I can eat it all myself then they don’t have to worry about it-
but she went anyway.

Sushi thought she would be back in a few hours. Now it was my turn to tell her she’s crazy. But she still didn’t believe me until 9:00 when bedtime came around and the Can Opener wasn’t here to groom her and tuck her in. The lights didn’t get dimmed, the toys remained laying paralyzed in the floor, and the treats didn’t walk out and pour themselves into our mouths.

In case you haven’t guessed it yet, WE’RE PROTESTING!

AND THEN we heard the door open and got all excited until we noticed it wasn’t the Can Opener!

What did you do with our Can Opener! Bring her BACK!
Oh- it’s just you.

We were not happy. She had a couple of friends stopping by several times a day to make sure we were okay, and to let me out – but I didn’t go out because it rained the whole time! And I was afraid nobody would be here to let me in if I did go out. Of course, Sushi’s big fear was not being fed- as if missing a meal or two or fifteen wouldn’t hurt her.

Then we both realized the obvious- THE WHOLE THING WAS PLANNED!

And if that’s not bad enough- here’s the reason…. our spoiled cousins –

Her Royal Fleabag, Princess Abby
Serafina parked in front of the refrigerator in case the Can Opener forgot where they put it.

Of course, we were fed (but we’re not telling the Can Opener that), and her sister and her friend took really good care of us, and even gave Sushi her medicine and snuggles- but we don’t care, because it wasn’t OUR CAN OPENER! She did not fill out an application for our approval first, so therefore, there will be consequences….

That’ll teach her!

Sushi and the Vet- and the dogs

Mom- I don’t like it here! What is that black thing the size of a horse with its tongue hanging out? IT’S STARING AT ME!

Hey, Mom- I assure you you don’t have enough treats to buy your way out of this one!

I knew Sushi wasn’t going to appreciate the trip to the vet – But she appreciated it a lot less when we walked in and found that every Human being in the waiting room had a dog with them – (or two). The dogs ranged in size from a cucumber to a mini horse, and then there was the little walking mop with bleeding paws. He had his hair pulled up in a scrunchie with a pink bow on top of his head and couldn’t seem to keep his tongue in his mouth (the rest of them couldn’t, either for some reason) – and he was on a long leash and seemed quite enamored with the gray thing in the pink box with the big green eyes. He wouldn’t have been so enamored if he’d seen her claws.

The appointment was at 6:30 and we were still waiting for Sushi to get taken to a room at 8:00. Sushi objected loudly (and was getting hungry)- so she really didn’t like those overgrown hairballs staring at her and getting closer to her carrier.

Can we go now?
I think they already went home, Mom. Let’s get out of here.
Hey- you said I was here for a checkup- I checked myself and I’m okay! Let’s GO!

By 9:00, Sushi had been examined and the vet confirmed my suspicion that she had an ear infection in her left ear. I also finally got the name of the “skin condition” she has had since we adopted her- and she got an antibiotic shot for that, another antibiotic shot for feline acne (I never knew cats could get acne, but apparently they need either stainless steel, ceramic, or glass dishes to avoid getting it).

Then there were her Rabies and Distemper shots, and a tube of antibiotic ointment for her ear. She got so many comments on her pretty coat and big green eyes, but that didn’t smooth things out enough for her because by now, rain was pounding like a jackhammer on the roof making her even more nervous, and she was cold.

As soon as we got home, I put the carrier down and opened it, and she flew out of it and ran right to her food dish (big surprise).

I felt awful for her, because that was stressful for her- and having to be in the carrier so long wasn’t good. But once she saw she was safely at home and fed (and given her pain medicine)- she stayed as close to me as possible and kept giving me love all night as if to say, “thank you.” It turns out her skin condition is hyperplasia- which makes her skin extra sensitive (nerve condition)- and giving her back scratches too long actually turns painful after a few seconds. My poor baby!

But at least now I know why she sometimes hisses when we scratch her back, and it is being treated, and I’m happy I noticed she was having a problem with her ear and was able to get her help. Already, she is much calmer and happier. And I’ve gotten rid of her dishes that weren’t glass, ceramic, or stainless steel.

Today, she even followed me outside and got to enjoy the sunshine!

I feel all better now, Mom.
Hey, Twilight’s been really sweet to me since I got back- what’s wrong with her?

Goodnight! 💚

Sunday Saint

I told you, Mom.

I’ve been telling Mom I’m not the brat Sushi says I am

But she didn’t believe me until the halo appeared over my cute little head as she was loving on me this morning. See? I really AM a cute little saint! Sushi still has a different opinion, but well, (how do I say this nicely)??- She’s a tortoiseshell, and well, you know…. they’re a little neurotic…

What was that Twilight? Did you say I’m NEUROTIC?
I’m going to sharpen my teeth, and when I’m done, You’re going to be in TROUBLE!
NO! Of course not! I said, “the human needs a narcotic!” Get your hearing checked, will ya,?

Image by OpenClipart-Vectors from Pixabay

Well, time for me to go find my Mama!! See ya!


Thursday Therapy

I don’t care what she says, I didn’t do anything. Would I lie to you? Look at this face!

MOM! SUSHI HIT ME! SHE NEEDS THERAPY!

“Oh my fleas! Mom, I hope that vet visit for Sushi includes some therapy- she has some real anger issues! All I did was jump down from the top of the desk and WHAM! SHE SMACKED POOR, INNOCENT LITTLE ME!”

No mom. I recorded it- here’s what happened!
I was sleeping all cozy when you got up from the desk …
And Twilight watched you leave the room and then…

See, Mom? Twilight is the one that needs therapy! I’m sure glad I figured out how to use your phone!

“Gotta go, MOM! There’s a bird I have to catch!” (Twilight)