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The Wit and Wisdom of Chewbacca

Dad won!

Well, I have to report that I lost the battle.. Since Dad discovered that Emma and I know how to use the kitty door, he refused to open the door to let us in or out, no matter how much we sat there and cried! Sometimes he would grab us and shove us through the kitty door, but usually he would just ignore our pleas. So, we finally had to accept the inevitable..............we have decided to use the darn kitty door. Once in a while it is hot enough that Dad leaves the big door open, or sometimes a window, and then we can use that, but mostly we use our own door now. I hope Dad never discovers that we kind of enjoy having our own door!

That Darn Door

Well, Guess what??? Dad installed the cat door in our favorite window. He taped the flap up so the door was always open, so that was okay-----but after we got used to using it, he closed the door! So then when we wanted out, he would shove us through. His theory was that we would soon start to push the flap open ourselves when we wanted in or out. Well, it isn't a matter of learning---how dumb does he think we are? It is a matter of principle--it is HIS job to let us in or out! So we pretended that we couldn't figure out how to push the flap open and go through. That worked fine until this morning, when Dad was outside, and Emma and I both wanted to go out. So Emma went through the cat door first, then I came through. Well, Dad was looking, and saw us use the door. So, as they say, the cat is out of the bag. He knows that we can go through that darn door ourselves, so he won't let us in or out any more, no matter how much we sit there and meow!

Chewy

Hummingbird!

Well, Purrs to everybody out there!
I thought I should Meow to you about the Hummingbird: Dad hung a hummingbird feeder outside the window so Grandma can watch the hummingbird. There is only one, but he is a tasty looking morsel! He hangs around the feeder most of the day. Emma and I sit there and watch, thinking what a nice lunch he would make. Dad hung the feeder out of our reach, so all we can do is fantasize!
Chewy