To prevent the human from putting clean sheets on my bed. I had everything rumpled up just the way I like it, and she had the nerve to take advantage of my outdoor escapades to rip the sheets off and start opening windows to “let in some fresh *freezing* air.”
What the heck is wrong with you humans? It’s raining! Time to run and hide under a bush someplace, but wait- it’s WET! Then, I charge inside dripping wet and dart for the nice, warm bed, and all my cozy, rumpled sheets and blankets are gone- being drowned in the washer.
She had a folded set of clean sheets in her hands when she came back into the bedroom to finish carrying out her dastardly deed, but luckily I was able to hop on top of the comforter she had draped across the end of the bed, to let the water drain off my paws. I gave her a look that told her not to mess with me, so she finally decided the sheets could wait, and I got a good nap.
I think I’m going to send that weatherman a big, fat hairball.
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!!!
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!
In the evenings when it finally starts to cool off, I love to go outside and lay on the nice, warm sidewalk to enjoy the peace and quiet. Finally the critters have gone home, and the neighborhood screaming machines have been forced to go inside for the night and go to bed.
The neighbors with their loud grass eating machines and annoying sprinklers have finally gone inside and tv’s can be heard through the open windows. I can smell the mint and roses the human has all over the place, and there’s a big, fat strawberry on her plant that I plan to snatch the first chance I get.
Twilight rolls around on the sidewalk so her boyfriends know she’s outside, Sheba starts the mouse hunt, and I lounge and let the heat on the sidewalk make me sleepy. And suddenly-
That flipping human of ours decides to water the grass, and tomatoes and daisies, and everything else inthe yard- including ME!
If looks could kill, the Human would be a shriveled up piece of toast melting on the sidewalk. But I’m not that lucky. Twilight and Sheba were inspecting the lilac tree for possible mouse activity and they saw it coming and scattered. Again, I wasn’t that lucky.
Then I looked over my shoulder dripping wet, and Twilight and Sheba were snickering behind the bushes. Boy, are they gonna pay! I was too busy drying myself off to deal with the Human and those two mouse-hunters, but believe me, I will deal with them.
For now, I’m planning a special ‘surprise’ for the human in the morning- to pay her back for surprising me. For now, I’m getting some much needed rest after my cold shower.
Today is warm and sunny and beautiful. Yesterday was too. But I wasn’t able to enjoy it. It seemed like all of creation set out to ruin my otherwise perfect day. It started the night before last when the Can Opener groomed me and cleaned my eyes and fed me and later tucked me into bed. Sounds great, right? Well it was. Until I got sick- seconds before she was getting into bed herself.
I know people think we cats don’t care if we make a mess for our humans to clean up, (actually some cats really don’t care)- but I’m not one of those. My human babies me and takes care of me (and just about everybody else) – and she’s always so tired when it’s bedtime. So it really didn’t set well with me that I got sick.
She didn’t get upset at me- she just took care of it like she always does, and then she comforted me and gave me snuggles so I wouldn’t feel bad. But somehow that made me feel worse.
So for the rest of the night I didn’t feel good. When everyone woke up yesterday morning, I still didn’t feel good and refused my favorite food when she gave it to me. I knew she felt bad for me but I couldn’t help it. Then the critters arrived, and she spent the whole day taking care of them, and her garden, and making dinner and doing laundry- and she even tried to play with me but I wasn’t up to it.
Then, when the critters finally went home yesterday, and I felt better, I wanted to go outside and lay in the sun. But the neighbors next door had a bbq, and every critter from here to New York was running around in MY YARD! And, as if that wasn’t bad enough, the other neighbors had all their sprinklers turned on so there was no nice, quiet, place for me to lay in the sun. Even Twilight ran inside and fell asleep in her box under the bed!
By the time things quieted down outside, and the sprinklers were turned off, it was time to go to bed again. And the human was too tired to play.
I hope today goes better – but it feels like a Grumpy Cat kind of day to me.
Today she got on my last nerve. I know she was trying to sleep, but all I wanted to do was play. She didn’t like that idea, so she got up and swatted me and I defended myself and she got even MORE mad. I really think this diet is making her too grumpy to live with.
Look- here’s how it went, just because I tried to play with her.
Please either take her off the diet, and FEED THE THING (enough to satisfy her), or let me sell her. Thanks, Twilight
Well, I can’t help the feeding part, because that’s up to Mom- but I know from watching Mom that losing weight is more than just eating less. It’s about eating well- (foods that are healthy). But one thing Mom says is you have to exercise too. You can’t just be a couch cat (like Sushi) and expect to lose weight.
The Can Opener tries to get her to play to make her get some exercise, but she just isn’t interested in the dangly thing -(unless the human is using it to play with me)- and my Can Opener has been searching all day for ways to help Sushi start moving so she can lose weight. She’s looked for toys that slow down her eating and supplements, and she’s read articles, and Sushi just wants to lay on a nice, warm nap all day and sleep- (Not that that’s a bad idea).
This morning she was all cuddled up on the end of the bed while the Can Opener was waking up with her coffee, having her devotion, and I decided I’d help Mom motivate her to play. But it didn’t have quite the effect I planned. See for yourself!
Well, she sure is grumpy! I think I’ll leave this problem to the Can Opener, and I’ll go look for another playmate. That one’s got no sense of humor at all!
I was having a nap on my spot right next to the Can Opener’s computer- where it’s really convenient for her to reach over and pet me while she’s typing.
Then I got up to check out the ducks in the yard. But when I came back to finish my nap, I found this… and I was not happy!
The Bed Thief
Sushi just glared at me and went back to sleep. I was not having it. That thing she’s laying on is called a “Boppy.” It’s a special soft pillow meant to wrap around a mommy’s waist while she’s sitting to hold a baby on – and ever since the Tiny Critter outgrew it, I claimed it for my bed (since it wasn’t being used anymore). It’s sooooooo thick and comfy and it lets me settle in perfectly. It’s just my size.
But Sushi decided to claim it for herself – although the whole couch is “her spot.” If she has her way, my boppy will be as flat as a flipping PANCAKE!
So naturally, I tried to have a friendly discussion with her – cat to cat. Nice and civilized. It went something like this:
Jeez. How rude. I’ll just camp out right next to the lamp – and then sleep on the nice, warm keyboard. Let’s see how Miss Fussypants likes THAT!