Okay, So there wasn’t a “Day One,” or a “Day Two.” That’s because today is the third straight day of icy cold rain and wind, and frankly, I didn’t think about plotting against the weatherman until today. My bad.
The Can Opener says, “Twilight, you’re a little grumpy today- feeling a little cattitude?” I asked her how she’d like her clothes shredded. (Never got an answer- she just sort of suddenly decided to get a cup of coffee and go clean something). I am so tired of rain. The entire backyard (which is my purrsonal playground), looks like a lake (except for all the mud)…. and I can’t go out and play and come in and leave nice, muddy pawprints on things like I normally would. There goes the highlight of my day.
To make matters worse, there’s a flock of at least 20 big fat ducks (and a pair of geese), who constantly hang out on the bike path behind our house at stare at me through the window while the rain is pouring down on them and I swear they’re daring me to come get them. Hope mom doesn’t mind the big puddle of drool in the windowsill.
Now those aren’t the same ducks that have been inviting me to dinner since this flooding started- the human actually made me have to find a picture that looked like them (“since you can’t go out and play anyway”)- It’s not my fault she’s too lazy to put a tarp on and stand out in the pouring rain and get me a picture.
And Sushi is no help at all. She’s perfectly content to stay inside and keep the couch from getting up and walking away.
So since Sushi is too lazy to play with me and the Can Opener says she can’t control the weather, my only choice is to go after the weatherman. But How?
I told the Can Opener that now that she’s all better, it’s time to pay up- she owes me some SERIOUS playtime- (with interest). When I saw her have her coffee and prayer time this morning and then start baking cookies for the Critters and their parents, I knew she was feeling better, so I made it clear (by hijacking her desk chair), that I wanted to play.
So we played for a few minutes until I had to scratch… and then I had to bathe because she kept messing up my fur- and then I had to lick between my toes, because, well, I’m a cat, and I’d only done that 4 times today.
Well there’s something about me stopping a play session to fix my fur, scratch, lick between my toes, (and scratch my ears) that seems to tell the Can Opener, “I’m done playing.” Then she goes and gets busy with something else.
I don’t get what it is with her. My bathing and scratching session only lasts 20 minutes- I see absolutely no reason whatsoever why she can’t just sit there in front of me with the pink thingie, my mice, my golfballs, and pingpong balls, and a ribbon assortment and just wait until I’m done…with a big bucket of treats.
I guess I need to start training her all over again. Or maybe I’ll trade her in for a newer model.
See? He probably left a play session to groom too-
I love Caturdays! The house is quiet, the Can Openers aren’t as busy, and snuggle sessions are longer and sweeter.
I sneak a lap or two of coffee when the human walks away from her cup for a minute, and snuggle up in her lap when she sits down to enjoy it. The next thing I know, I’m groomed, and freshened and fall asleep feeling unbelievably content and loved.
But Caturdays are the very best.
Twilight gets her snuggles and eats then runs outside to find her Mama and they play and hunt together- while I keep the human company and get snuggles as she has her morning coffee and devotion. And throughout the day she plays with me and spoils me.
When I remember how lonely and unwanted I was before I came here, I can’t believe that life is finally over for me. It’s like I died and went to kitty heaven! Before I wasn’t talked to or handled (unless I was being left someplace)- and when I was left with others they didn’t interact with me because I wasn’t wanted. Sometimes I knew I was downright unwelcome. It was no fun being left in temporary places while my previous human discarded me for long trips. And it always hurt my feelings that after being gone for a long time, she was never happy to see me.
But I’m so happy now. No more long, lonely days wondering if or when I’ll see my “owner” again- and being hurt when she returned because she didn’t want to take me home. Even though I fight with Twilight sometimes (because I don’t always want to play)- I’m still so happy, because I have a family now. And they WANT ME.
I wonder how many other cats there are out there who aren’t loved and wanted? I know there have to be more – and I just wish I could give them hope that someday, somehow- they’ll have a happy family too.
A visit from my Mama! We hunted and played all evening!
I was so happy when I woke up to a very sweet, familiar scent… My Mama was in the backyard waiting for me to see her and come outside! The Can Opener treated her to lots of food (even some tuna)! And then we hunted all evening – I’ve missed her so much, because she’s my favorite (cat) playmate. And today had started out cold and wet, so I hadn’t expected to see her- until I caught that familiar scent and followed it to our back door, where I found her eagerly waiting to play!
We always play fight and chase each other and cuddle, and then go to the stream behind our house to watch the ducks and geese. Then, when I know the Can Opener is getting ready for bed, we cuddle a little longer and say goodnight and I go inside and tell the Can Opener all about it while she grooms me and gives me treats.
Sushi here – Every now and then the neighbor’s psychotic cat saunters right into our kitchen, and invites herself over for dinner – (and breakfast, and lunch)- and devours every dish of food she sees, then flies all throughout the house looking for other tasty morsels and treats to devour, before she starts stalking Twilight, planting herself under something so she can pounce on her when she least expects it. Well, Twilight doesn’t usually like this anymore than I do.
This time she did it right when I had just settled down and gotten all tucked in for a nap. I really didn’t appreciate that she woke me up- so I growled at her to make sure she knew it- in case she had any doubts. But the Can Opener said, “No Sushi!” I can’t believe it! I was the innocent victim! Sheba was the cat burglar!
Lucky for Sheba, the Can Opener was just a few feet away and she saw Twilight running into the cat tree and escorted Miss Fussypants right out – and it’s a good thing too- because otherwise I’d have to sit on her to teach her some manners!
(And there wouldn’t be a scrap of tuna left in the house)!
Well, I told that psycho a thing or two, and threatened to sit on her- so when I did that, the human took my cue and put Miss Sheba right out the doorl
Now, I can finally have some more tuna and got to sleep….if I hurry now, I can get on the nice, freshly washed sheets and comforter before she can finish making the bed! YES!
Yes- this will work. Oh my! They’re still warm from the dryer! Thanks, Mom! You may go now.
Our Caturday started late thanks to that Can Opener of ours staying up until 2:00 this morning determined to finish a birthday present she was making for the oldest Critter who turned 12 today.
I wasn’t happy that instead of getting up at 4 am like a good little Can Opener, the little bratty human decided to sleep in til 7:30 and only woke up because Sushi and I teamed up to drag “Her Laziness” out of bed to feed us.
I raced across her in the bed 3 different times at high speed, and when she still slept, I bombed the bedroom blinds and smacked them repeatedly with my tail.
Our Morning Grooming
So as usual, Sushi and I race ahead of the Can Opener in the morning, helping her find her way to the kitchen to make sure she doesn’t forget where to find our food waiting to be released from the prison of the can. God knows without coffee, she hardly knows her name so she needs all the help she can get.
On the way to the kitchen, I stopped to thank Sushi and to congratulate her for her talent on getting this moron out of bed and we started grooming each other. Then all of a sudden, Sushi got wild and started smacking me! Of course, her tummy growled, but good God! She doesn’t have to be a flipping LION about it!
Finally a little sunshine after days of freezing cold RAIN!
As soon asSushi detects life in the kitchen, she’ll finally get up off my front paws so I can move, (assuming I can still walk)- and then I’m heading outside to find some mice!
It’s been a while since I’ve treated the Can Opener to breakfast in bed!
She had a rough day yesterday, with the little tiny critter having her heart set on a tea party and then being able to paint with the Can Opener…
But after the washing machine poured water all over the kitchen floor, that ruined their plans, and after that there was no satisfying the little rascal since the Can Opener had Lake Eerie pay an unexpected visit in her kitchen and had to spend the next couple of hours undoing the damage while trying to keep the critter from jumping in the BIG PUDDLE! Mol! 😹
I had decided to play it cool and stay out of the lake in the kitchen so I went to the nice leather desk chair to stay dry until somebody decided the world wasn’t really ending- but then the tiny critter remembered the chair SPINS!! 🙀