Once again it’s raining constantly. As if that wasn’t enough, its also freezing cold. There goes my hunting plans. I’m convinced that the rats and mice in the neighborhood have orchestrated this debacle just to torment me, only I can’t figure out quite how they managed it.
But boy, when I do figure it out- they’re going to pay!
Meanwhile, I have to find less appetizing ways to entertain myself until the rain stops and the sun comes out again. I can only play so many tricks on Sushi- (she’s got no sense of humor)- and the Can Opener only plays with me for a few minutes at a time before she darts off to do something else, so I’m connecting with some of the neighborhood cats to get some fresh ideas.
Hey- This idea promises to be fun!
Maybe I’ll just start hunting for Bigfoot-
Well, that was short-lived. Now what am I going to do?
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…
I tried to go out first thing when the Can Opener woke up. But it was soaking wet, and cold outside, and the rain was still pounding. I had a change of heart. Sushi was occupying the Can Opener’s lap, so I knew she wouldn’t play with me, and the Backup Can Opener is still not feeling well, so I kicked my golf ball around a little, shredded some toilet paper, then ate, and decided to take a nap.
The sun came out for a little bit later, so I went outside- but soon the heavy clouds gathered overhead and blocked out my sunshine and I got RAINED ON! I kept waiting for the rain to stop – but it obviously had no plans of stopping, so I ran in to get sympathy from the Can Opener, then helped her in the kitchen -(I have to snoopervise)- and I was the first to taste her yummy coconut flour blueberry/banana muffins-(except she wouldn’t let me have any of the chocolate chips). That sure was a tasty muffin!! I hope she doesn’t notice the accidental scratches I put on her new muffin pan while I was trying to snatch that muffin…
I don’t think she noticed. She was too busy working on the muffins, cleaning up, taking care of the Backup Can Opener (fever goes away, then keeps coming back)- then cooking, and doing other random stuff.
I know I don’t have to worry about Sushi telling on me, because she slept through the whole thing. Now that it’s pouring rain even harder, I think I’ll go back outside just to keep the Can Opener wondering what the heck I’m doing. I can’t let her think she has me figured out, you know.
Was there a horrible catastrophy? No. Did someone get hurt? No. But it was still a terrible, awful, miserable Monday. Why?Because we are CATS and it was raining all day long and every time we tried to go outside and chase the squirrels that were taunting us from the tree branches, we got soaked. And cold. Very cold!
Photo by Suzanne Jutzeler (Pixels)
So since the Can Opener simply refused to serve us popcorn (or treats) while we watched the squirrels and birds taunting us, we decided to do the only thing any cat in his right mind would do… sleep!