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My favorite pet critter came back!

I’m so happy!
I babysat her while her Mom, sister, and the Can Opener visited and had coffee this morning.

She’s going to be a great cat slave when she gets bigger…

I think the reason I love her so much is just because of the way the she lights up when she sees me come into the room, and because she’s always begging the Can Opener to let her feed me treats. The best part is, she never just feeds me “3 or 4” like the Can Opener says- she keeps feeding me more and more and more (until the human catches her). This morning she fed me almost half a bag before the Can Opener caught her and took them away! (Twilight would be so mad)! MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

But I heard the Can Opener tell her she can’t keep feeding me treats if she’s going to give me so many because she doesn’t want me to “get fat!”

MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!

But the critter likes me “fat”- and I like the treats. I’m going to have to have a long talk with that Can Opener of mine. This is against the Critter’s constitutional right to “purrsue life, liberty, and (my) happiness!”


The Sushi Files

I’ve Got an idea!

Today it was so cold that I couldn’t even enjoy being outside. So I decided to play “spy.”

But, of course, a cat has her priorities, and mine was getting caught up on my napping schedule since I’ve gotten seriously behind lately.

So after catching up on my naps and bug hunting priorities, I jumped on the counter, and from there on top of the fridge, and from there on top of the cabinets … and decided to see what would happen if Sushi thought I wasn’t looking.

Oh this is great! They have no idea where I am!! MWAHAHA!

Hey, wait a minute! What’s Sheba doing in my house?

Chill, Twilight! I’m just checking out the menu! Mom’s got me on a diet!
Okay, Fine, I’ll go! GEEZ!

Well, of course, I had to chase Sheba out. When I came back 15 minutes later to resume my spying on Sushi, she was asleep already! But not just asleep…

SNORING!!!!

I caught her Twitching and Snoring!!! Mwahahahaha!

No more rain, Please Mr. Weatherman!

Caturday at last!

The best part of waking up ISN’T Folgers in my cup-

Finally a little sunshine after days of freezing cold RAIN!

As soon as Sushi 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! 😹


Uh oh … here comes the critter!!

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!! 🙀

Time to go- breakfast Can wait!!

The Battle for the bed begins

Here we go again!

Ever since Sushi was adopted, she has made it abundantly clear that SHE is the boss.

She dominates the Can Opener’s lap every time she sits down for more than 30 seconds, and even if the human wants to move her off her lap, she does so at her own risk.

I guess that since she spent so much time being unwanted before coming here, it must just feel amazing to finally feel settled, secure, and happy. But geez! She follows the human everywhere she goes- even into the neighbor’s house!

When she’s cooking in the kitchen, Sushi becomes a rug at her feet. When she types on her laptop, Sushi is the permanent desktop ornament -(unless she can actually lay on the keyboard).

When she knows the Can Opener is getting up at 4 am, every evening at exactly 8:00, she begins following the human around, winding around her feet, meowing persistently, and then sits outside the bathroom door to give the human that look that says, “get off the computer, shut everything down and get your shower!”

She will not move from that spot until the human is a good little girl, and does what “Mommy” says! Once she hears the shower, she goes to the bedroom and gets in her favorite spot on the bed- right in the center of the Can Opener’s spot!

And there she stays… if the human tries to move her, Sushi hisses and swats at her. When she finally does move (an inch or two)- she pounds the human in the back with her tail.

While purring happily the whole time!

Maybe I should be taking lessons from Sushi!

Sleep on the couch human!

Samantha’s had a rough day…

If Samantha could leave, she would!

Just imagine for a moment…

You’re sitting in a toy box minding your own business and enjoying the company of Barbie, the Lion King, Mr. Potato-Head, and Minnie Mouse…

When suddenly a tiny hand reaches in and yanks you out of the box by the hair and flings you across the room…on top of a sleeping fat cat who is not amused.

What the heck was THAT?

The next thing you know, you’re being pelted by balls, beads, fidget spinners, blocks, and yes, Barbie. Before you can react- (however a chunk of painted plastic would react if it could) – you’re dragged outside, stuck in a toddler swing, and spun around being slammed against a playhouse at high speed while the tiny tornado giggles hysterically.

The other toys by now are trembling and begging the fat cat to lay on them because if she does, the tornado won’t even know they’re there.

But meanwhile back in the yard, another even TINIER tornado comes out to play and a battle ensues over the poor, battered Samantha while the baby tornado wails loud enough to drown out a jet.

That’s how poor little Samantha’s day went. And you don’t even want to know what happened to poor Barbie. Let’s just say, if she has her way- Malibu is looking is looking really good.

And Sushi and I may be escorting her- to keep her safe (and escape)!


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