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Hilda at Large

Hmmm..

I’ve been tagged by Contessa Carlotta De Cremona (Cooper’s cute little niece) to list six things I don't like.

Things that make me grumpy…

1. Being on a diet. I hate when I finish my food and my brothers and sister are still eating. H. says I eat too fast. This may be somewhat true but I’ve seen the plates—they’re getting 1/3 to 1/2 more food than I am! I don’t care if it’s for my own good and that H. and A. don’t want me to get diabetes or arthritis. I want more food!

2. When my brothers try to clean me. I clean them, but they are NOT allowed to clean me. They have icky boy breath!

3. Getting my claws trimmed. My brother Elvin doesn’t mind it and even purrs sometimes when he gets his claws trimmed. Can you believe him?!

4. Not getting dried salmon treats whenever I want them. Whenever H. is in the kitchen washing dishes, I walk in and meow to let her know what’s what. She knows what I want, but she always plays dumb—saying things like, “Hi Hilda, did you come in to keep me company?” (One thing I do like is that my male human is a softie. All I have to do is meow sweetly and give him a sad look. He can never resist!)

5. Not getting to plop on the laptop when it’s open anymore. H. said something about malfunctioning q, p, and w keys. They probably just need me to plop on them again to fix them!

6. The vacuum. It’s always so very loud and angry! It has a bad attitude and I don’t like it!

I’m tagging the following cats:

1. Snowie
2. Nabi
3. Moose
4. Victor Gibbs
5. Zelda Lucia Dora aka Big Mabel
6. Miss Casey Sachs

I’m IT!

I’ve been tagged by Samoa to participate in a meme.

THE RULES: Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Cats who are tagged write in their own diary about their seven random facts. You need to choose seven cats to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and to read your diary.

Seven random facts about ME:

1. I hate to be picked up or have my claws trimmed. I rarely sit on laps, although I will occasionally consent to sleeping on H.’s lap or on her chest when she is in bed at night—just often enough to give her hope but spaced out enough to remind her that my presence is an honor (my brother Elvin hasn’t figured this one out yet—he’s ALWAYS trying to sit on H.’s lap or sleep on her chest at night).

2. Although my voluptuous figure hides this fact rather well, I am the most active cat in the family. I love to play the “Somebody Chase Me” game a couple of times a day. This consists of meowing and then wildly running up and down the hallway to try and get one of my siblings to chase me. They rarely take the bait, though.

3. When I am able to get one of my siblings to chase me, it is usually Elvin. Since Elvin rarely cleans himself, I have to interrupt the game to give him a bath (I can’t play with a dirty cat!) and then I’m too exhausted after that to play anymore.

4. I allow Garp to be my catbed tester. Once he finds one that is comfortable, I will lay on top of him in the bed until he leaves. Sometimes when he is being especially stubborn, he will refuse to move. I don’t mind; I can sleep just fine with him underneath me.

5. I like to stroll around the house with Squeeker [ie, squeaky mouse] in my mouth after H. & A. are in bed. I sing Squeeker a sad, droning song while I am walking him. Sometimes these walks occur when H. & A. are still awake; other times, I like to stroll at 2 or 3 am. My serenades are not appreciated by my humans at those hours.

6. When visitors arrive, I feel the sudden need to inspect A.’s closet or under the bed. The inspection doesn’t end until the visitors have left the house.

7. Even though I don’t update my diary as frequently as I would like, I enjoy reading other Catster diaries every day!

I’m tagging the following seven cats (like me, some of these haven't written in their diaries in awhile [one hasn't written any entries yet] but I'm hoping they might enjoy a game of tag):

1. Snowie
2. Zelda Lucia Dora
3. Todd
4. Isis
5. Miss Casey Sachs
6. Hunny
7. Raimi Cyan Rayfield

So This Is 2007?

After returning from my weekend stay at the vet office, I created a fabulous diary entry. The best one ever. Good enough to bring tears to my eyes.

Three days later I reread it and couldn’t understand a word of it. Elvin’s claims that the humans drugged me are proving true.

That might explain why I challenged my sister Hetty Miep to a thumb wrestling contest when we don’t even have thumbs. Anyway, Hetty Miep is mad at me now for backing out of the contest. She was apparently working on getting sponsors and finding a venue for the big event. Sometimes she really scares me.

As reality sets in, I realize that I now have a large patch of hair missing on my side from the pain patch, and I no longer have any hair on my backside (as in not even one tiny little tuft of fur). It’s like I’m walking around naked.