Living in a crate, the update

Friends, you may recall that after a final unacceptable episode of my peeing on the furniture, my humans decided to confine me to a dog crate when they could not personally supervise me. I get out for an hour or so in the morning until the humans go to work, and then Dad lets me out when he gets home from work around 6 or 7, and I'm free (though confined to the kitchen and family room) until the human bedtime around midnight.

Finally, I got what I always wanted. My very own litter box, shared with no other cat. Mom always knows when I need it. I sit outside the cage and meow until she lets me in. And when I'm done, I meow to get back out.

See, all they needed to do all those years was lock up all the other cats. If they had, they'd still have their rugs and stuff.

Anyway, this isn't so bad. I can sleep in the little cubby at the bottom of the cat perch without Vicki bothering me. I get my own food dish and water dish, and I don't have to wolf my treats down because I know they'll still be there later if I want to save them.

I recommend this to other humans who have "litter-box problem" kitties.

Now that I'm 13...

I intend to get a learner's permit, because it won't be long before I'm bugging the 'rents for the car keys.

I'm so happy today!

I'm Catster's Cat of the Day, and I have a wonderful new pic for my page, thanks to Manytoes and family! And I got a special breakfast of roast chicken! Mom was saving it for her lunch sandwich, but decided I deserved it. Thanks, Catster!

On parole!

Mom's schedule is all mixed up this week, 'cause she's been rising at 4:30 a.m. to get to the city by 7 a.m. for some software training. Too bad for her. She usually starts work at noon, and her body clock is all haywire. She hasn't been getting enough sleep and now she has a sinus infection.

But it's been great for me!! Mom lets me out of my crate in the dark pre-dawn hours and feeds us all, cleans the litter box and makes Dad's lunch, and then gets ready for work. She leaves me out of my crate because Dad is supposed to put me back in when he leaves for work later.

But Dad hasn't remembered to do that, not even once! So I've been lounging with the fursibs all day long. Happily, there have been no inappropriate peeing episodes so far.

But Mom is not convinced of a cure. Tonight, when she got home, I stood at the door of the crate and meowed to get in. When I did, I went directly to the litter box and was there for so long that she thought that we'd all had a beer party in her absence.