February 8th 2010 3:13 pm
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My daddy came Friday. He knew all about the broken lamp, and he was not even mad at me. Mama and daddy were gone most of Friday evening, so I was kinda pouty. I thought they should have stayed with me so daddy and I could play games. I mean how could food be more important than me? I had plenty of food!
Saturday morning mama and daddy left again. I pouted all day long. I thought I was mad at them, but they came home with new toys and salmon oil for me. Mama wanted some fish oil capsules to keep my coat gorgeous and shiny, so she and daddy went to Petco. They could not find any fishy oil capsules, so I got a squirty bottle of salmon oil. It is so yummy! Mama was also looking for more kitty teasers like my favorite one. It has feathers but some little foil stuff that sparkles and gets me all excited when the teaser is waving around. Mama was very disappointed in the teasers. They were not very good ones, and the "sticks" were too stiff so they do not get wild action when we play. Mama said the teasers were not good ones so she started looking at different toys. Mama knows I love feathers the very best, and she found a toy called Da Fur Thing. It is a piece of black bunny fur with some catnip in it and feathers sticking out of the top. Then she found two little toys called Flutter Spout toys. They look like little fishys, but they have lots of feathers hooked to them. Mama always inspects the toys to make sure there aren't things that can come off and hurt me, and she likes toys I catnot tear apart right away. The Da Fur Thing and the Flutter spout toys passed mama's test.
The Pet Paw-See was doing an adoptathon at Petco, so mama was talking to my aunt Leslie and some other nice ladies. Mama got the best news. My last brother found his furrever home! We had been feeling sad because my brother, Jackson, was living in a cage at Petco trying to find his furrever home, but every time mama and daddy went there, he was still in the cage. Now he has a real home with people who will love and protect him.
While mama was chattering away with aunt Leslie, daddy leaned against a display, and the toys started talking! Somebody activated the battery in a Ferret Babble Ball. Daddy showed it to mama, and she said "You know, Gunnarr always runs to the answering machine when he hears voices. I think he might like this, and I don't think he'll be afraid of it." Me...afraid. Hmpf! When mama and daddy got home, I had four new toys to play with.
My ferret babble ball says "Meow, meow, meow. Then it goes "Psst!" After that it says "Whoops! Here we go again." The next thing is a birdy going "chirp, chirp, chirp." After that the ball says "squeak, squeak." The last thing it says is "Here kitty, kitty, kitty." The balls rolls real easy, and anytime you make it go, it starts making all the noises. I keep playing with it and trying to figure out how they got all those people and animals into that tiny little toy. Mama is real happy that I like the toy, but she is even happier that the battery is replaceable, and she says she thinks I can't break it. Hmmm... is that a dare?
Saturday evening I was playing with one of my Flutter Spout toys. Mama took the second one and hid him so I would not wear them both out. Daddy noticed I was laying in front of the stove with my paws underneath. They could see one tiny little piece of feather sticking out. Mama tried to pull it out, but it would not budge, so she got the yard stick. Mama got the toy out, but then daddy said "I think there's something else under there." Daddy started working the yard stick. Guess how many toys were underneath the stove? I catnot even count that high yet, but mama said it was about a dozen little mousies of all colors. Daddy laughed and said "No wonder you have to keep buying more."
Sunday evening mama and daddy and I had a picnic in the living room. Mama and daddy were eating baked brie in puff pastry and some yummy left over roast chickie. Unfortunately, I had to take a short break in my room because I would not leave the chickie alone. Mama and daddy were both eating with one hand and using the other arm to keep me out of the chickie plate. Later mama let me out, and the food was gone. At first I was disappointed, but then daddy proved that men can multitask. He was watching the Super Bowl and playing with me and my kitty teaser. Mama missed a few plays because I leaped into the air right in front of the television. Mama said some of my plays were the most spectacular of the night.
Now they know Gunnarr T~that is where we hide all our little mousies too LOL
Sounds like our house! Mom and Dad are always fishing out toys (and dust bunnies) from under the stove and the fridge.
MOL! What a diary! I'm glad your last brofur, Jackson, found a furrever home. I wish effury kitty had one.
Your toys sound like lots of fun. Although as an older fellow, I don't play that much anymore. But I highly recommend the Cat Dancer toy! It doesn't look like much but it really gets even me in the playful mood! ;~)
Sorry you missed out on that chicken buddy. :~( But way to go in making a play for it!
We like to hide our toys under the stove also...... Must be a cat thing. Meowmy cleaned out the other day and we had 15 toys under their. Grammy has a bone shaped rug she tries to keep by the stove so we can't put the toys under it, but little tippy Toes just lifts the rug and put her toys under the stove anyway.MOL! You have a great day Gunnarr T.
Love, Kibbles, Francis & Yoda
Hmmm, smacking the toys under the fridge & stove does seem to be a cat thing. My brother & I do it too, but I do it more often. I like to smack it juuust out of reach & then meow fur one of the humans to come & get it out fur me. And the humans think they are in control here?? I KNOW that we kitties are!! Heh-heh!
Good fur you, Gunnar, fur making some plays better than the football! Bet they were pawsome!!