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How to Train your Humans

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Welcome to Lesson Four: Tornado Season

Well here we go again.

The littlest tornado (critter) is here almost every day. Today before school, she decided to play Vet. Poor Sushi will be traumatized for the rest of her life. It’s obvious that Sushi was snoozing during my previous “How to Train Your Humans” lessons.

Let me show you where Sushi didn’t get it right (that is, if you want to be a respectable cat). The pictures from the “Vet Visit” say it all.

No self respecting cat should ever let a little tornado take it’s temperature. Once you let them do that, they take everything else too and you’ll never find it again.

And shots should automatically be a signal to RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!

Poor Sushi apparently didn’t get my memo.

Sushi sat in the Can Opener’s lap and Lily was sitting next to her as she was taking her desperately needed coffee break. Then – that fateful moment when she happened to notice the purrfect victim. Sushi.

  • Poor unsuspecting Sushi.
  • I didn’t know Sushi’s heart was on her head!
  • Now it’s time for a bandaid because Sushi’s “Bleeding!”
  • She must’ve sprung a leak on her back- the bandaid got moved.
  • Then she noticed the “sick” teddy bear….
  • Then went back to cutting Sushi’s hair!
  • Uh oh. Time for a shot- of God-Knows- what!
  • Oh no. Now a shot in the ear, too.
  • AND a shot in her other paw…
  • Oh no. Now she’s afflicted with a “FEVER!”
  • Lucky for Sushi, Mr. Teddy has “amnesia” and a fever and needs critical care giving Sushi a chance to escape. But did she?

Rating: 5 out of 5.

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No more rain, Please Mr. Weatherman!

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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!!

Samantha’s had a rough day…

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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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