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You can read this, but don't try to pet me

Yellow Elastic String Thing

Tonite was my turn with the Yellow Elastic String Thing that B found. What's up with this stupid little toy? No feather? Where's the feather? Why would I want to play with this? Ok, if you keep dragging it around in front of me, I will simply have to swat at it. Oooops, I got my claws stuck in the chair cushion. Hey, hold that thing still while I get my claws unstuck! No fair escaping while I was disadvantaged. Ok, yeah, this is boring. I told you it was a stupid toy. Bring it back when you have a feather on it.

I'm gonna get it!!! *pounce, pounce, pounce*

Ooooohhhhh, I found the Catnip! It is really great stuff this year. Mom has (had) it all through her flower beds. I successfully mounted a campaign to find and enjoy all the catnip. I dug, and clawed, and chewed and rolled it in. There is a huge area of destruction where largest collection of catnip was. I looooove Catnip. Mom says she's going to get rid of it because she's tired of me destroying the flower beds. How can I explain to her what Catnip does for me. I get all hyper and excited at first. Everything that moves is a threatening enemy and must be destroyed. And when I've had Catnip, I am especially adept at hunting and killing. You might think that I am randomly flailing at nothing, but I am actually employing a very complicated and sophisticated cat hunting technique that was developed specially for hunting near-invisible enemies. Once the enemies have been vanquished, I become very languid and tired. A good roll in the grass, dirt, driveway, whatever is in order. It is extremely important to stretch after vigorous activity. And, of course, after a good stretch there is nothing better than a long nap in the sun. It leaves me all refreshed for the next trip to the catnip source when I wake up.

The Coup has begun

So, I started the coup last night. As usual, I greeted B when she got home from work, and I followed her in the house for some supper. Of course, Cool was hungry, too. So, B filled bothe bowls with food. She put down Cool's bowl first, and I jumped on it first. Cool tried to shove me out of the way, but I wrapped my foot around the bowl, and shoved my face all the way in the bowl. Cool backed off. But, then he tried again, and I did the same thing again. He was very puzzled, I could tell. He tried a couple more times, and I kept pushing him back out. I was doing really well, but then Cool got very pushy and he shoved his head in that bowl so hard, that my head bounced right out. And when that happened I knew I had lost the battle. Fortunately, B was standing there holding my bowl and waiting for me. She looked very amused. Little does she know that pretty soon things are going to be much more chaotic than a little spat over some food. I think I am well on my way to victory.