Sushi told me that she posted that I wasn’t feeling well the day after my vet visit. Those shots are no fun at all. It wasn’t so bad the first day, but the next day I felt like I’d fought off an attack of wild bulls. I just wanted to be left alone so I stayed under the bed in my special box with my favorite blanket.
I wouldn’t let the Can Opener take pictures of me because I hadn’t brushed my fur, or my teeth, or bathed or anything. And my collar was all covered with fur. My human called the vet, and was told that I’d probably be fine the next day and to bring me back if I got worse. Lucky for me, I was feeling great the second day.
But they can’t take a picture of me if I’m gone, and I was. I couldn’t wait to go out and hunt again, so I went to visit the newborn duckies by the stream. Their moms weren’t happy to see me though, so they wouldn’t let me near the delicious little darlings. Anyway, by the time I got tired of wishing watching, and got hungry enough to go home and eat, the Can Opener was getting ready for bed. I’ll have to remember this trick the next time I want to avoid her camera.
Cute little me- All better now.
Today is Mother’s Day- So I have to go back out and hunt. Sheba caught a baby duck and surprised her Mom with it yesterday, and that’s all I’ve been hearing about. For some reason, Sheba’s Mom wasn’t at all happy and got upset. Maybe she just didn’t like Sheba bringing it into the bed. She hadn’t even had her coffee yet.
I’ll wait til Mom gets her coffee first and try to bring her a better one than Sheba brought her Mom. After all, it IS Mother’s Day! Geez, Sheba! Get it RIGHT!
Sheba has always been a little strange. Okay, a lot strange. Just plain psycho. Her human has been at her wits’ end because of the four footed fleabag’s strange behavior. Her human buys her all kinds of wet and dry food, and she looks at it, takes one taste, then walks out and never touches the food that was bought for her. Instead, she prefers treats.
She knows where her human keeps them and will harass her until she gets them, leaving her food untouched. Yesterday, the Critters were here and our Can Opener and Sheba’s human, fixed up the whole backyard as a sort of playground for the Critters. They even brought out snacks and treats for them to munch on while our Can Opener and she visited and had coffee.
Sheba came out to see what all the commotion was about. She loves to chase the Tiny One and her sister and take over the swingset. She checked out the food that was set out for the Critters, and none of it was tuna or cat treats- so she growled at my human! Then Her human came out with watermelon for herself, and Sheba decided it was hers! She actually ate several pieces of her human’s watermelon -(but won’t eat cat food)!
The Critters got a kick out of seeing Sheba eat watermelon (right off her human’s fork)- but her poor human is at a loss for what to do for her. It seems all she will eat is treats – at her house- or sometimes tuna. But her human keeps buying different brands and types of wet and dry food only to give it away later because Sheba won’t eat it.
Our Can Opener suggested she should take her to the vet for a checkup- but Sheba doesn’t act sick. Just picky. And fussy. She zips all over the yard, runs up into the tops of trees and onto the roof like a race car driver, and chases the creatures – even following them and playing hide and seek when they take walks. But she won’t eat the food provided for her and she keeps her poor Mom up all night and won’t let her sleep -(demanding to go out or come back in constantly). I say Queen Sheba is just plain picky and spoiled- but the humans around here are really wondering what the heck is up with her. Any one got any ideas? Her poor human never gets a good night’s sleep anymore and is still recovering from surgery on her shoulder and taking her to the vet right now would be really hard to manage. I think Sheba needs therapy!
I even asked the big Critter about it and we agree!
What do you think? A vet, a treat addiction program or a therapist?
And who ever heard of a cat being thankful? But my Can Opener always says everyone has something to be thankful for if they’re just willing to take a second to honestly think about it.
So, I’ve decided to be thankful today for everything I can- because when she sees me showing appreciation for things she does, she loads me up with treats. And I’m hungry. And it’ll make her happy- (and then she’ll give me more treats because she’s happy). Either way, I win.
So, Here’s some things I’m thankful for today -(I hope Mom is reading this)…
Thing 1)- long grass and sunshine to nap in.
Thing 2)- the Tiny One’s naps.
Thing 3)- Twilight. (bonus treats for that one).
Thing 4)- Sheba lives next door.
(If she lived with us, I’d have to eat her.)
Thing 5)- My favorite spot in the carpet- right in the walkway.
Thing 6)- My cozy spot on the desk
Thing 7)- That I can finally stop thinking of things to be thankful for.
The Can Opener and Sushi were just flat delighted to have those two – legged Critters back here today. I don’t know what’s wrong with them. For a pair of Critters that were sick last week, they sure as heck seem ready to take on the world. Or, at least my little patch of it anyway.
Then they ran toward the swingset armed with Outshine Bars ready to drip on everything they touched. I stayed out of the way, safely under the bush.
I thought if Sheba was in her right mind, she’d steer clear of them too- but apparently Sheba is as crazy as a flipping loon. The next thing I knew they were squealing with delight while Sheba chased them and climbed all over the swingset swatting at them and chasing the big Critter who kept teasing her.
Then Sheba had to prove her ownership of the swingset- by climbing all the way up to the top to try to snag the Big Critter’s hair. They all thought she was playing- but I think Sheba had sinister plans…
Then, as if right on cue, it suddenly started raining- (no rain in the forecast)- and they had to go inside. I could’ve sworn I saw Sheba give me a paws up as they hurried in out of the rain.
Nice Plan, Sheba. Maybe you’re not so crazy after all.
It was a busy day- (I was busy dodging Sheba and hunting outside). I came in to find the Can Opener and the Tiny One sitting together in the floor all cozy on a blankie munching on snacks and sipping tea, while the Critters worked on their computer classes.
Then it was time for a break right when I thought it would be safe to go back outside and catch the squirrel that had been taunting me since the sun came up.
But I didn’t know there was a surprise waiting for the Critters -and me!
The Tiny One’s best friend had come to visit her grand-ma (the Can Opener’s sister). The little 3 year old critter was outside ready to play! They started playing on the swingset, and then The Tiny One slid down the slide and a gray paw flew out from under the slide as she came down and tried to catch her!
Sheba chased them around and pawed at them as they slid- and they were having a lot of fun – until Lily noticed a butterfly and took off to catch it!
Pretty soon it was nap-time- The Tiny One fought it valiantly.
I was feeling all better today, because our Can Opener prayed for me last night and then gave me some Lysine paw gel and spoiled me all night. I was feeling great this morning- and then, she opened the back door to let Twilight out, and that psycho cat next door (Sheba) came racing into the kitchen, and went straight to my dish!
Sorry, it’s not to your liking, Your Highness…
The “Queen” wasn’t impressed with the Fancy Feast in my dish, and sat at the dish complaining to our human, demanding tuna. When the Can Opener refused to open a can for her (because she already has 30 open cans in the fridge for me and Twilight)- and, because she’s not our cat, Sheba growled and swatted at her and bolted out the back door!
And right before that, Twilight had been outside and Sheba chased away her (targeted) bird! HOW RUDE! Now Sheba will deny it, but tell me- if that’s not true “Queen Sheba,” why was there a limp bird and feathers on your Mom’s front porch today??
Sit down, Human. Sushi and I had a talk and you need to listen.
Now, We waited all day for you to take time with us- and you didn’t have to go anywhere, but you still didn’t take time to play with us! You cleaned our ears (a BIG NO-NO)- you put flea treatment on us -(a BIGGER NO-NO),… and although you cuddled us and fed us treats, you STILL didn’t play with us!
You read, you cleaned, you cooked, washed laundry, washed dishes, and you took care of us, but when we wanted you to stop everything and keep us playing, you didn’t. And then, you kept going back and forth to your sister’s house all day long, leaving me and Sushi wondering just what the flea was going on. So the last time you left to go there today, I followed you- (yes, that’s right)… and I watched through the window as you played with HER CAT! PSYCHO SHEBA! What the flea??
You say you were there because her human had a painful surgery Friday and she needed help. But how was it helping her to feed Sheba and play with HER? Hmmm? I HEARD you two laughing and I saw Sheba chewing on the phone charger while you and her human laughed and YOU EVEN TOOK PICTURES OF HER!
Now, you did take time to spoil us and play with us when you finally got back home -(after I almost turned into an icecicle waiting out on the banister for you to get done and come home), but it wasn’t enough. We think you need to revisit your priorities, and buy more treats. Right, Sushi?
*Rolls eyes* Nevermind.
(Sushi): Oh. What’s right? (Twilight): Just forget it.
Poor human. She really thinks I snuggled up here in the cubby on the desk just to be near her while she works on the computer! I’d be laughing if it wasn’t so pathetic. The truth is, it’s a little chilly in here, because she’s a fresh air fiend, and the plan actually was to “accidentally” dip my tail in her warm blueberry tea.
Wouldn’t you know, she happened to look over just in time to move her cup and spoil my plans. But that’s okay- because my next target is Jazlyn’s furry pen she left here on the desk yesterday. Actually, if the human hadn’t moved the teacup, I wouldn’t have noticed how irresistably fluffy it is. It’s just BEGGING to be attacked! Meanwhile, I’ll just lay here and pretend to be asleep until she gets up for another cup of tea-
Or, if I’m really lucky (and her tummy feels better), she may make some popcorn and I can help her eat it! Oh….NO!
Twilight saw the furry pen! And she’ll help herself to any popcorn the human makes too- before I can even get up!
Once again there’s not a dry spot in my yard except for inside the playset. And even then I had to climb up to the roof. Good thing I haven’t let the Can Opener trim my claws lately. That plot against the weatherman is getting more and more tempting.
The tornado didn’t like the rain either- until it stopped for a little bit and the Can Opener pounced on the opportunity to take her for a walk. Then she encountered puddles and decided that jumping in them was almost as much fun as snow- especially when it resulted in getting the Can Opener all wet too!
I think everybody needs something to smile about, so that’s why my pals and I got together to show you our royal cuteness. Enjoy!
Well, GEEZ! I was just about to end my post, and Sheba HISSED at me on catbook because I only posted ONE picture of her! Some cats are so flipping SENSITIVE! Fine. I’ll add some more pictures of her Royal Hiney, Sheba, the Psycho cat next door (But Sushi and Serafina and Abby and I are the cutest)!
Okay, well, Sheba is kinda cute. I know because she told me.