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?
At first, I thought it was just because it was so early when the Can Opener got up and let me out. Everything outside was drenched, and it was so cold it made my whiskers stand on end. I was going to go outside and try to catch a mouse or two for the Can Opener’s surprise breakfast in bed, but I knew even the mice would’nt come out to play in this weather, so I went back inside to wait for things to warm up a little.
It was nice and toasty inside, but there was nothing going on that even hinted of fun- the Can Opener was hardly awake enough to know her name yet, as she had only had her first three cups of coffee, and I knew If I didn’t let her get an adequate amount of coffee down before she fed me, Sushi and I could end up with God-knows-what in our food dish.
One day, she was so sleepy, she poured Cheerios in our dish, and Rachel Ray dry cat food in the critter’s bowl. Lucky for the Critter, she realized it before she poured the milk. (Wish Sushi and I had been so lucky).
So, since it was obvious no one was going to play with me, and it was still rainy and cold out, I looked over and saw Sushi asleep on the couch and came up with a genius plan…
Fine. I guess I’ll go look for the cute little yellow stray that stopped by yesterday- at least she won’t be so grumpy!