If you thought we all got abducted by aliens, we didn’t- and we’re not sitting someplace in the Bahamas sipping coconut water, either (yet). But we’re pretty sure that if that was an option for the Can Opener, she’d be on it like a flea on Sushi.
She’s been up at 4:30 most mornings serving us – (after Sushi takes a few bites off her nose)- and taking care of the Critters, plotting gifts for birthdays and Christmas -(no waiting til the last minute around here)- and of course, getting called in to work.
But for the last few days she’s been spending a lot of time looking after her sister who has had some trips to the ER – things seem to have settled down now, so the first thing I meowed to Mom this morning is to take time to relax and do something just because she wants to (like typing for me). For once, she actually listened! 😹
So, before something else happens to make her too busy again, I’ve noticed there’s a dark, handsome, male siamese who has been coming to see me every night! I think I like him! 😻
Last night I was sitting on the doorstep and noticed him lurking around in the neighbor’s garden drinking from her sprinkler…
I think I’m going to stay out tonight so I can follow him and find out where he lives!
I guess this is why I have to go to the vet today- I feel fine- and I told Mom so- but for some reason she is insisting I have to go. I’m eating as usual, I’m playing as usual, picking on Sushi (as usual)- and chasing away all the would – be Can Opener stealers that keep showing up around here.
I’ve protested – but she’s not having it. And Sushi seems to be gloating that I’m going now. I’ll deal with her later!
Well I’m glad I went now- (but I’m not letting Mom know)- the tech and the vet were so sweet to me and they didn’t poke me with any needles- and even offered me treats!
Best part is they told Mom I’m a very fit, healthy (and beautiful) little girl- and that my teeth look great! So, aside from them clipping my claws and recommending the Can Opener get me microchipped -(since I love to go out)- it wasn’t so bad. And (unlike Sushi)- I still weigh the same I did last year- 9.7 lbs of cuteness!
I just may forgive Mom- especially since she surprised me with a new dangly toy! 😹💚
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…
There’s a reason we cats have taken over the internet (and the world)! We are adorable, cute, funny, full of purr-sonality, great for insomnia, great for stress relief, great exterminators (delicious!), and we not only can be trained, but we actually train our humans! Yep, that’s right.
But, did I also mention that we’re loving and sweet and cute?? Here’s adorable little me being cute…
Okay, I guess Sushi is cute too- that is if you’re into crazy cats …
It has been raining all. day. long! I tried to be a patient kitty, just watching the raindrops incessantly falling from my perch on top of the Can Opener’s desk- but after counting over 156,700,439 (and a half) raindrops, I finally gave up and decided to pick a “fight” with the Can Opener’s toes. Unfortunately, she never sits still long enough for that to be effective, so I have to look for another victim…. and here she is- all cozy on the couch, covered up with the Can Opener’s robe…
So, like any other cat in its right (bored) mind, I crept up to the couch, right up to the spot where Sushi’s tail was hanging (uncovered) over the edge of the couch, and gave her a quick, SWAT! (FOUR times in rapid succession).
Unfortunately, neither Sushi or the Can Opener had a sense of humor about it, and Sushi got mad and actually MOVED! Wow. Never thought I’d see that happen.
So finally, (probably just to save my life)- the Can Opener finally stopped messing around in the kitchen, got her 13th cup of coffee, and that dang phone of hers, and sat down and played with me in the rug.
It went something like this… (with Sushi glaring at me for daring to wake her up)….
After I went psycho for twenty minutes (Mom said I made Sheba look sweet and calm)- I was finally tired enough to eat a boatload of fancy feast and half a bag of treats. But again, the Human spoiled my day by saying “no- you don’t need that many treats.” I said I did. She said I didn’t.
I think we argued. She won, this time. But not for long…
Have you ever wondered what your cat thinks when you kiss it? Its thoughts could range anywhere from “OH YAY! FINALLY!” to “Oh great, here we go again,” Or even, “kiss me and I’ll shred your face, idiot!”
Every cat is different, but personally I like only an occasional kiss – not one of those weird human kiss assaults where they go bonkers until you’re gasping from air (or from their bad breath)!
Maybe you should watch this video I found to educate my Can Opener. And while you’re at it, learn how to interpret your cat’s body language too! It just may save your life one day!
Yesterday and the day before were sunny and warm- the neighbors were working in their yards and visiting (outside) again, and Sushi and I were enjoying the sun.
The lilac tree is blossoming, and cherry blossoms were flying through the air like snow. I love those- Just like with falling snow, I chase the blossoms and try to catch them when they fall. The Can Opener gets a kick out of watching me do that.
However, she didn’t get a kick out of my threatening the duck couple that came moseying into our yard…
It was sunny and warm and perfect the last couple of days- and this morning I was all eager to go outside and find my little fillets- I mean, FRIENDS again (just to say hello, really!)- and then the Can Opener opened the door and all of a sudden, it’s Noah’s Ark all over again!
But the funny thing is, if ducks don’t mind water and rain, why didn’t they come back? I just can’t understand it!
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…
“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!”
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)
It’s hard being a working cat. Since the Can Opener provided hospice care for the Backup Can Opener until he passed in January, she was spending a lot of time running around the hospital and staying there a lot and wasn’t able to keep up with her previous regular workout schedule. As a result, she’s now having some ligament problems and back pain and needed a heating pad to relieve the pain. So, since she likes me a lot better than the heating pad (and she doesn’t need a place to plug me in)- she put me to work and man, have I been busy! *sweats*
I kept trying to get up and run off at first- because I’m a serious cat. I have ducks and mice to catch, dragonflies to chase, and stray cats to run off! Did she care? No! I was so irritated – especially when I could see the neighbor next door feeding the 30 or so ducks that come to the fence for the bread, he tosses to them.
I told her to use Sushi instead- she’s a queen-size heating pad whose content to lay like a stone for hours, anyway- but the Can Opener just gave me the uplifted eyebrow (uh-oh)- and just stared at me for a minute and then I realized…that’s why I was the one chosen. The Can Opener is hurting enough without a 16-pound speed bump laying on her knees.
(The huge bag of treats sitting next to her really had nothing to do with my decision to give her a break and be her heating pad, just so you know)!
Don’t miss your doctor appointments, human- I’ve got business to tend to!