Won-Ton Reflects

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Dinner sonata

August 2nd 2008 11:53 pm
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I am sitting in my dad's office. I hear unmistakable sounds coming from the kitchen: the dull thump of the cupboard door closing . . . the rattling of kitchen gadgets in the drawer . . . the faint plink and zh-zh-zh of the can opener . . .

My mom is getting my dinner ready. I hear the fork scrabbling in the can and a couple of soft plops as she scoops some food into my bowl, which is made of glass. She taps the fork on the side of the bowl, making it ring like a bell. "Paging Miss Won-Ton, paging Miss Won-Ton," she says, tapping the fork.

I go into the living room and sit down, watching her through the doorway.

"I wonder where Won is? I know she knows it's time to eat." She turns from the counter and sets my food down next to my water bowl. She announces, "Won-Ton, party of one, your table is ready! Won-Ton, party of one, your table is ready!"

I think that means it's time for me to eat.

So I mosey into the kitchen, trill and headbump my mom to say hi and thanks, and chow down as she pets me and murmurs what a good cat I am.

And if you listen very carefully, in a few minutes the last dinner sound you will hear will be me quietly licking my chops, and maybe a discreet kitty burp or two.

That's what the dinner sonata sounds like in my house.

 

My mom sings the Snacky Snacky song

July 28th 2008 3:56 pm
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My mom and dad were busy yesterday. My dad bought vegetables at the farmer's market that morning. My mom watered the garden and helped my dad wash the vegetables. After lunch they were out all afternoon. When they got back they gave me some pumpkin and a treat and some snacks. That was nice.

I went and sat in my dad's office for a while, sitting in the bookcase looking out the window. The view is better there than from on top of my mom's dresser because my dad pulls the curtains all the way open, so I can see everything going on all at once. That's nice.

Then my mom fed me again as my dad cooked stuff in the kitchen. He packed up what he'd cooked while my mom put on her hiking boots. Then they left, but this time for a long, long time.

This was strange. Usually they eat dinner here, then go out for a walk afterward. But yesterday they took their food and left. Very strange.

The sun went down and they still weren't home. The house got very quiet and dark, except for where the porch light came in through the picture window.

It began to be the time when I needed another snack. My food bowl still had some leftover snacks from before my mom and dad left, but without my mom there to sit with me while I ate, I didn't want any. I wondered what would happen if I got really hungry and they didn't come home. What would I do? I began to feel a little anxious because I couldn't figure out what I would do if they didn't come home. I had a very empty feeling inside.

Eventually I heard the car pull up in the driveway. I was right there at the front door when they came in to let them know they were late. They came in smelling of the marshes. I could smell it on their shoes. In spite of my anxiety I had to spend a few minutes investigating all the marsh smells on my mom's hiking boots after she took them off.

Then we spent a few minutes cuddling and saying hi to each other on the bed. She petted me and told me I was a wonderful cat, and I gave her head bonks on her head and on her hands and on her elbow and on her arms and on her chin. Then I did the same with my dad. I forgot all about my anxiety and my empty feeling was gone. I purred a lot and even drooled a little.

Then my mom gave me some fresh snacks and sang me the Snacky Snacky song. The song went, "Snacky, snacky, yummy, yummy. Snacky, snacky, yummy, yummy." It was a great song to eat my snacks to. I'm so glad my mom and dad know how to make my anxiety and empty feeling go away. I'm so glad my mom and dad know how to make everything all right. And I'm so glad my mom sang me the Snacky Snacky song while I ate. It was the finest song I've ever eaten to.

 

Things to smell

July 10th 2008 11:43 pm
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My mom and dad go for a walk after dinner. Sometimes when they come back they give me things to smell they've collected on their walk.

This evening my mom first gave me an enormous white mulberry leaf. This one smelled kind of interesting because I could tell a dog had walked on it recently. My mom must have picked it up off the ground. I could smell sidewalk smells on it too.

Then she gave me an apple. That was a little interesting because it came from the ground and had a couple of soft spots that smelled kind of rotted or fermented. I thought I smelled slug slime on one part. So that was a little interesting.

Then she gave me a little bit of foliage and a huge berry from a juniper tree. Utterly uninteresting. Big yawn. Bor-ing.

If she's going to give me stuff to smell, I want it to be really interesting, like with cat smells and bird smells and mouse smells and even dog smells and opossum smells on it. Otherwise it's a waste of my time.

Last week my mom gave me an agapanthus flower cluster. Boy, that one was really interesting. There were all kinds of interesting smells on that one, because so many different creatures had run, scampered or scurried over it. I think I even smelled some squirrel wee on it. I spent a long time smelling it and trying to see if I could recognize anyone among the scents.

But just plain leaves with only tree or grass or dirt smells aren't very interesting and not worth bothering with. I hope on her next walk my mom brings back something really interesting for me to smell. You know what would be really good? If she brought back something like an actual bird or mouse, instead of just foliage. Or even a snake! That would be the most interesting of all!

 

I Am Tagged

July 6th 2008 8:18 pm
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Meatball has just tagged me to play the Six Things I Do Not Like game. Hmm, well, gee, I'll have to think about this. I usually think about things I like. It is unusual for me to think about things I don't like. So this may take a while.

Oh, here's the first one:
1) I do not like that food that was chickens and lobsters. Yuck! Blech. I'm glad mom doesn't try to feed that yuckyness to me anymore. I mean, who in their right mind would put chickens and lobsters together and expect them to taste good? That is insane! Give me a break, please.

OK, let's see, what else . . .

I just thought of another one:
2) I do not like that cat that was always mean to me and swatting at me and trying to fight with me when I was a stray before my mom and dad brought me home with them. But I never see her anymore, so it's okay.

Oh, here's another one:
3) I do not like that little calico cat I keep on seeing in the neighbor's kitchen window. Ooh, she makes me mad when I see her! She is not supposed to be *anywhere* on my visual turf. No, no no! I do not like seeing her. So that's another thing I do not like.

Gee, thinking of things I do not like is easier than I thought . . .

OK, another one:
4) I do not like it when my mom and dad sleep all night and make me wake them up by fanning my whiskers into their peacefully slumbering faces at 4:00 because I'm hungry. They ought to know to get up then to feed me. I can't feed myself.

Well, I can't think of anything else I don't like.

Oh, wait, here's one more:
5) I do not like it when my hips hurt. I think I might have something my mom says is arthritis, and it makes my hips stiff and achy sometimes. So I do not like that when it happens.

Let's see . . .

Nope, can't think of anything else I don't like. Everything is groovalicious here. Lovin' every minute of it.


Oh, wait . . . I just thought of the biggest one of all:
6) I do not like that [CENSORED] [CENSORED] [CENSORED] cone! (But it is long gone now.)


So that's my list of Six Things I Do Not Like. Do you like my list of Six Things I Do Not Like? I hope so! Because I would not like it if my list if Six Things I Do Not Like were to turn up on your list of Six Things You Do Not Like.

I am tagging Mr. P., Shasha Elizabeth, Shyla, Contessa Carlotta De Cremona, Hudson and Kittanna to tell Six Things They Each Do Not Like and each pick six more kitties to tag to tell Six Things They Each Do Not Like, and tell them they've been tagged to tell Six Things They Each Do Not Like.

The End.


PS: Hmm, "each" is a very peculiar word when repeated too often. It sounds like something a scrub jay would say scoldingly: "Each! Each! Each! Cat on the loose in the neighborhood! Alarm! Take cover! Each! Each! Each!"

 

I type something really cool

June 27th 2008 10:47 pm
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I just felt like mentioning that. :)

 

I get stuck climbing the gate

June 17th 2008 11:45 pm
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Early this morning while my mom was still asleep, I followed my dad to the door when he went outside to get the newspaper. When he came in he left the front door open so I could sit by the gate and look at stuff outside and smell the morning smells.

The gate is like a big screen door on steroids -- a strong mesh of steel with some scrollwork across it. It is big and solid and it is perforated with little holes that happen to be just the right size for cat claws to fit into for climbing up. So while my dad was brushing his teeth, I decided to climb up.

It seemed like a nice idea at the time. But I got about halfway up and got stuck. The nails on all four of my feet were jammed into various little holes on the gate. I tried to extricate my paws, but to no avail. I could not budge any of them. I was stuck in the mesh of the gate.

So I yowled. My dad came out of the bathroom and supported me in his arms. He got 3 of my feet out of the mesh, but one of my front paw claws was wedged into one of the little holes pretty good. No amount of fussing with it was loosening it.

So my dad called for my mom. She stumbled out of bed and came to the front door. She too tried to coax my claw out of the little hole, but it was really stuck tight. So she went and got her little claw-clipping scissors and clipped the point off the nail to set me free.

My dad gently set me down on the floor, and they both petted me over and over and asked me if I was all right. My little cat toes were sore from hanging by my claws, and my hips hurt a little from climbing and getting stuck, but otherwise I was okay. All my claws, both front and back, had shredded tips, though, so my mom gently trimmed them and tidied them up nicely, speaking softly to me the whole time. Then she gave me something nice for breakfast.

But not before closing the front door. I don't think they're going to let me sit by the gate anymore. Darn it.

 

Superkitty

June 13th 2008 11:51 pm
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This evening my mom and dad went out after dinner. They were gone a long time. The house was really quiet. I lay on top of mom's dresser for a while, sniffing the smells coming in through the window. I watched the orange ball of the sun sink in the west through a hazy gray sky. Darkness grew. Night came.

After a while I heard the car pull up in the driveway. I came down from the dresser and went to the door to see my mom and dad. They had been gone for quite a while. I missed them, so I was right there at the door when it opened.

"Hi Won!" said my mom and dad as they came in. I smelled other people smells on them, people I'd never smelled before. I meowed. "Oh, what a lovely little cat!" said my mom, crouching down to pet me. I paced back and forth, rubbing against her.

"You are so beautiful! What a beautiful little cat! Won, you are such a beautiful cat! You're a wonderful little girl!" She petted me and I purred, rubbing my head on her hand.

"What a beautiful, sweet little cat! You're a beautiful girl!" I began to think that everything was all right again, even though they had been gone for a long time.

"Hi there, beautiful cat! Hi, sweet one! Hi, little beautiful kitty!" My mom stood and led me into the kitchen, where there was a bowl of snacks with some pumpkin on top waiting for me.

"You are so wonderful, you're a Superkitty!" she said as I ate my pumpkin. "Superkitties are very rare. In the whole history of the Universe there have been only two Superkitties. One was my first cat Mao. The other is you!"

I had to think about that for a while. Superkitty . . . very rare . . . only two . . . I'm one of them . . .

That made me feel special. That made me feel Super. That made me wish to know more about this Mao cat who used to live with my mom. So I went and sat on the couch with my mom and dad, and purred, and thought about Superkitties for a while, and thought about this Mao cat for a while. I am going to talk to him tonight when my mom and dad are asleep, and find out more about this Superkitty dealio.

Like, was I always a Superkitty, or did that happen while my mom and dad were gone this evening? Do I have to do anything special to stay a Superkitty? Because if I do, I don't think I want to. It might be too much trouble. The history of the Universe goes back a long time; how is my mom so sure there have been only two Superkitties the whole time? And out of all the people in the whole wide world, why have the only two Superkitties in the history of the Universe both lived with her?

And, do I have to wear a cape? Because that's a deal-breaker right there. Uh-uh. No cape for Won-Ton. Nuh-uh. No way Jose.

I must find out more about this Superkitty stuff.

 

I Cause A Ruckus

June 2nd 2008 4:14 pm
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I'd just finished a snack this afternoon and was washing my face, when my mom went outside to check the mail. She shut the door behind her, but I had followed her over to the door and was waiting. I'm sneaky that way.

A moment later she opened the door, her hands full with envelopes, advertisements and magazines. In the brief moment she entered, fumbling with the mail, I used the opportunity to stick my head out the door. I usually don't push my luck in this manner, but I saw the chance and thought I'd try anyway. I'm crafty that way. So I poked my head out the door. This caused my mom to yell, "Won! NO!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I backed away immediately as she shut the door. At the same moment my dad came barrelling out of his office at full speed, racing through the house to find out why mom was yelling. I'd had a feeling my chance wouldn't work, and I was right. I didn't expect all the yelling and barrelling, though. So I decided it would be best to go behind the chair for a while.

When my mom explained what the yelling was about, my dad hugged her, glad that she was all right. He was scared something had happened to her. She was scared something might have happened to me. I was scared something was going to happen with my dad. It was a little scary here for a moment or two.

But it all went back to normal very quickly, and I got to sit atop a heap of clean, warm, dry laundry piled on the bed again. Once I came out from behind the chair, that is.

 

Won-Ton's Laundry Poem

May 26th 2008 10:49 pm
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nothing is better
than clean laundry
warm from the dryer
piled on the bed
to make a nest in

 

The Cupcake Cat Song

May 23rd 2008 5:46 pm
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Today my mom sang me the Cupcake Cat Song. It went like this:

hi little cupcake cat
you're a cupcake cat
and i love you so much
and i give you a kiss too


I like the Cupcake Cat Song.

 
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