January 21st 2005 6:33 pm
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It was a dark, cold night outside when my humans first spotted the large gray bird with a hurt wing.
Afraid that it might freeze to death or that some stray cat might get it (not us, we wouldn't do anything like that), they caught it, put it in our traveling case and brought it in the house to keep it warm.
I just couldn't keep my eyes off of that strange creature. It is the first time I ever got to see a bird up close. I'll bet if mom let me, we could have been friends. It seemed fine, except for the fact that it couldn't fly. It had a great appetite for some kind of seeds that didn't even look edible to me.
I kept my new friend company most of the night and was actually gaining a great affection for it, but then Dad said he had to take it to a place that cares for birds until they can fly again, and then turns them loose. So, it was back to normal, with only my boring brother to play with.
Mom took a picture and said something about adding it to Catster. I'm not sure what that means but I didn't think the picture was THAT cute. It doesn't even show my face.
November 22nd 2004 2:44 pm
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I just wanted some attention. I was being my cutest and everything. Mom had her nose stuck at the computer and my dad was in the back room.
I hollered and Mom did let me in the garage, but that wasn't enough today. I wanted her to PAY ATTENTION to ME! I strutted around, stuck my tail in the air and rubbed the monitor. Then I tried to lay down on the key board. Mom just gave me the tiniest of strokes, gently pushed me off, and went right back to punching those boring keys.
By now I am not in too good a mood. Hmmmm lets see. What can I do to get her attention.
Ohhh I know something that she doesn't like at all. This should do it. I put my ears back and raced as fast as I could into the dining room, gave a big leap and climbed up her expensive drapes clear to the top where I could walk along the rods.
The view was GREAT from up there. Hey, look where I am Mom!
Boy, did THAT get her attention! Right away, she's in the dining room giving me a piece of her mind. I looked down and gave her my most pitiful meow to tell her that I had no idea how to get down by myself.
Now if that had been my Dad, he would have IMMEDIATELY gotten a chair, and stood on it to get me down. But not my Mom. She took one long look and told me "You got yourself up there, now you can just figure out how to get yourself down!" Then she turned her back and just walked away.
Sometimes Moms aren't any fun at all!
November 11th 2004 1:57 pm
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It must have snowed a little over a foot here in Tahoe. Usually when it is cold
and been snowing, we cats reserve the right not to go out for our morning walk, but kind hearted daddy will put on his heavy winter coat, and his knitted cap and sit on the floor with the sliding glass door open to see if either of us is interested. Usually, we both just sit, one on each side of him and look out into the cold morning air.
But this time, I decided to check it out, so I climbed down on the first step, wiggled my butt and then jumped in the snow with all fours. The fresh snow almost buried me. Now what do I do. I have to figure out how to get back out of it without taking any more steps. It took me about 20 seconds of debating, until I practically did a 180 degree turn in mid air and managed to get myself back on the step in one leap. Then I stood there and one by one shook all four of my little paws before coming back in the house and again sitting down next to dad and looking out at the snow.
Boy, is that stuff cold!
October 27th 2004 12:23 pm
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Boy did I get my human good today. She is so easy. It's like taking candy from a baby.
I was in the family room and my human was cleaning out the refrigerator in the kitchen. She had the refrigerator door open and was sitting in front of it in a kitchen chair. Absolutely no one was paying attention to me. I figured I could change that very easily. I raced from the family room, past my mom, through the kitchen and skidded to a stop in the back porch where the side door to the garage is located. It was closed. I peeked my head around the corner and let out one of my biggest yowls......Nothing. She didn't even turn her head.
So, I raced back through the kitchen, past her and into the family room again. Not even a look from her. Hmmmm. Lets try this again. Back I went just as fast as my little legs would take me and just barely stopped in time to keep from slamming into the cupboards on the back porch. Garage door still closed and Mom still sitting on the chair in front of the refrigerator. So, I took a deep breath and let out another
That got her. She couldn't resist getting up to open the garage door for me this time. She is soooo easy.
As soon as she stood up, walked to the door and opened it, I raced into the kitchen and jumped up on her chair and spread out. Doogie came up to the chair and touched noses (that is our High Five), leaving my human standing with an open mouth and an open door.
Why would I want to go out into the garage. It's cold out there :0)
October 25th 2004 10:29 am
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I have only had one bath in my life, and let me tell you, that was not my idea of a great time at all.
I was only about 9 weeks old and had been in my new home for a little over a week when my Mom decided to strip the kitchen and back porch floors of old wax for the summer. I have to give her this, she did wait until Doogie and I were down for our afternoon naps before she started.
After she poured some strange smelling sticky liquid all over the floor of both rooms, I woke up and decided to go to the back porch for some food. I took off running from the dining room to the back porch and all of a sudden I was slipping and sliding all the way to where my dish should have been. I felt like I was at a skating rink sliding across the ice. Mom was trying to stop me, but even at that age I was a lot faster than she was. Especially since she was on her hands and knees in the middle of the mess. I was absolutely covered from ear to tail with all that wet sticky stripping stuff.
Mom called the vet and he said she had to give me a B.A.T.H. I didn't know at that time how to spell, so I had no idea what was in store for me. Then I saw the water. It took both my Mom and my Dad to get me in the sink. Even though I was so small that I was only a handful of cat, I managed to get more water all over the bathroom and on Mom and Dad, then ever got on me.
Mom made a silent vow that she hoped she never had to give me another bath, and I must admit I was thinking in the same direction. There are times though, when Mom takes a bath, I have been tempted...more than once...to walk on that wet stuff, just to see if I can do it without sinking. Maybe, just maybe, one of these days I will have to give it a try.