November 28th 2013 4:24 am
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Being a house cat ain't so bad. I've learned to live with that. I've got five cat stands. A row of shelves I can use to get around the entire living room. Full run of the house. I pretty much get to do whatever I want. With the exception of getting up on the kitchen counters. Everything else is fair game.
Noon was sick for a long time and I got to be KING of the CASTLE. I don't know what happened but HE is back and thinks he is KING again. WHATEVER! He still can't jump as high as I can. Or climb where I can. Or run as fast as I can.
Mom put video cameras all around the house so she can keep an eye on me. Ha, if I want to do something I don't want her to see, I just chew through the power cable and BAM she can't see anything. Yah, I am SMART. OK, so that is not always a good plan, so I can always push it over and she can watch the carpet grow. LOL I is smarter than the average hooman.
There is a squirrel outside the upstairs window. One of these days... I will figure out how to get him. I forgot there was a window there the other day and I jumped at him. Mom said I was going to give myself a concussion. I don't know what that is, but I think it means headache in human speak.
Dad put swishy stuff around all the windows and doors. He calls it weather stripping. It is the best toy ever. I can pull at it for hours. Mom yells at me and tells me not to let Dad find out, but I am pretty sure it put it there for me to play with. Why else would he put right where I sit in every single room. Really Mom. Think about it.
You are going to love this. The little human left the lid off the craft box again. I LOVE the craft box. It is full of everything fun. There is ribbon, glue, flowers, string, googly eyes, stickers.... no kidding. I had a p-a-r-t-y. Mom saw the mess and the little human got in trouble for the whole thing. She didn't say a word to me. He, he, he, how is that for a sneaky good time!
Need to get downstairs. Mom has been up for hours working on something called Thanksgiving. Not sure what it is, but it smells great and I it is a great opportunity to be in the kitchen helping. I love to help. I am mommy's little helper.
Have a great day and as the humans say "Happy Thanksgiving"
May 25th 2013 4:03 pm
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....is no fun.... well.... it is getting better. I would still rather be outside, but I am learning to manage being in the house full time. I can still talk to the squirrels without chasing them across the fence. I am finding the closets can be a fascinating maze. And even though Mom thinks they make me sneeze because of all the dust and closes the doors, I've gotten creative and learned how to open the closet doors. Since they are bi-fold mirror doors, I found that if you paw at the doors really, really fast right where they bend it will finally bounce open. I also have shelves that go across the living room walk between the bookshelves and the nic-nak cabinets. I can run from the master bedroom upstairs, down the stairs across the bookshelves, across the cat shelves, to the top of the nic-nak cabinets. Not too bad. I have a great cat stand. Mom is getting two more for the master bedroom. We have all new verticals. The new sofa cover is a hoot. It is corduroy and I can get a great grip on it. I can pull myself from one end to the other, flip over the top and zip through the center in less than sixty seconds. Mom is not a fan, but I think it is a great time! When I have a toy mouse in my mouth I can pretend I am chasing him through a field since the sofa cover is green. What was Mom thinking? LOL I should mention that Noon has the kitty flu. Pray that he gets better soon. He sleeps all day and looks horrible. Nothing I do bothers him. He just sleep right through it, so you know he is sick. He is blaming me, but I am fine, so I don't see how I am to blame this time. High Paw! Hope you all have some amazing adventures! Snow-Paws
May 5th 2013 6:45 am
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Mom said she would help me type an entry. I have a big cone on my head and I cannot see to type. This is the most horrible thing. Please don't get hurt and have to wear one of these things. I've been wearing it all week and I hate it. With my whiskers boxed in here I can't figure out where anything is relative to my head. The cone gets in the way of my eating and drinking in addition to seeing. I know, I know, my says I need to stop whining. I hope when I go to the doctor on Tuesday she lets me take this thing off. I feel like I am getting fat and slow. I saw a lizard the other day and I couldn't get it. I tried, but the cone kept getting in the way. I can't go outside. There is nothing to do in the house but sleep. I can't even torment Noon. I can't find him half the time. I think he is hiding upstairs. Mom showed me how to get on my stand and she is letting me sit with her on the desk while she is working. She scratches me when I get an itch that I can't reach. I am very grateful that Mom is around to take good care of me right now. She is very patient with me even when I am feeling cranky and try to bite her. Looking forward to the day this cone comes off! Do everything you can to avoid injuries. I am telling you, it is not worth it. Talk to me. I'm bored.
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