I finally managed to wake her up, but I almost had to call the Marines to do it! The Can Opener stayed up late last night because her day got thrown off schedule since Human #2 had surgery on his arm yesterday. It’s funny how much something like that can impact things- especially the cat’s feeding and play schedule! I’m going to have to have a serious talk with this lady.
After a week of her favorite thing (taking care of the baby tornado)- she took Thursday off to prepare for early surgery for the hubster on Friday and the rest of the day making sure he was okay. He’s been in constant pain for months, and even though he’s still hurting now, they are relieved because this time it’s because his arm is repaired. But getting her to play with me hasn’t worked out yesterday or today! And I’m not happy! I even nipped at her ankles several times this morning but she said she couldn’t play while she was cooking!
So, I did what any other normal cat would do under the circumstances, and tried to get Sushi to play- she threatened to eat me for lunch.
As I suspected that didn’t go over well. Of course, she wanted to sleep -(what else is new)?
So I waited a little while til she woke up on her own and went to her next favorite spot- (her dish in the kitchen)…. and I was even nice enough to let her eat first- then approached her for playtime after that, hoping she’d be a little more polite and likely to play.
Here’s how that went…
Pretty soon, the Can Opener had time to play, but by that time, I was the one wanting to sleep! So, she went to see if Sushi wanted to play and found this:
And now the Can Opener wants to sleep again. Oh yay.
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.
Hey, wait a minute! What’s Sheba doing in my house?
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…
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.
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)!