Marking My Own

You know? I have my own carrier, the place where mom puts me in when we go to "the doctor".

It's a bright pink thing, totally different color than Googie's. And both of them are "downstairs", as much out of sight as possible.

Well, you know, I have been marking pretty much every wall corner in the house whenever I feel like it. And I thought it quite appropriate that I would mark my own carrier as well.

So let-it-rip, did I. Right on the "Princess" lettering.

Huh! I saw mom come down today and she knelt down and looked at my carrier. She stared at it confused... She couldn't figure out what had happened!


[Yep, Princess has marked her made-to-order, specially monogrammed carrier. NOT Googie's, only hers.]

The Technical Cat

Ah continue to remain obseassed with mah water bowl...

You see, the thang is, Ah can hear the water that somehow comes down in bubbles. But Ah dawn't know how that comes to be.

So mom, one day, trahd to show it to me: She placed her own paw up top, and somehow Ah heard the 'glug, glug' sound again.
"See that? That's how that's done", she said to me.

Ah trahd with mah own paw, pat-pat... And then Ah looked up top, expectang the water to flow and do its thang again.. But nothing.. Ah looked intently.

Mom then put her paw up top again: "You just tapp it, just like that".. And Ah looked closely again, and looked at the water, and heard it 'glug-glug' down. Huh... Well, Ah dawn't know.. Ah need to think about this some moare.

And then Pipi comes around. "What's up Googie? Is this thing not working?"

Ah tried to look beesy, guess it waus time to drink some water.



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Ah Wanna Be Close

Ah'm right here with mom, laying right on the table.

Ah have settled eento a spot really close up to the thang [the laptop], and Ah'm looking right at this light thang in it [the screen].
c vvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvvwqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqqq [his pawing on the keyboard].


Ah hesitate to reach out with mah paw naw, to tuuuch her paws, 'cauze she keeps whining to me to "noooo"...

So, I have curled mah paw under to keep away [from the keyboard].


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The Off-Limits Thingies

Princess here, and you know? I like to zero in on small things, and pretty much take them, if I can. You know, the old cap on the bottle although not so much anymore. Not since mom told me straight up not to do it. I swear, I haven't done it ever since. [the cap of the plastic water bottle.]

But anyway, there are other things that I really desire, like her pen... hmm.. although, that again, is no longer the apple of my eye..

Anyway, though... things like that. Like a hair barette.. Or, like that pink thingy, that really catches my eye [the ear plug by my night table]. Whatever and whenever I can, if it's something I can steal with my mouth and hide? It's game. But she has to not miss it. See what I mean?

For example: She's got a whole LOT of other thingies, all over that big [dresser] of hers.. right in her room. Now, those thingies?? I just KNOW are completely, and totally? Off Limits. Even if she leaves some of them "downstairs" ? on top of the kitchen counter? And even though I jump up there and traipse around? They're still Off Limits. I will never, and have never, put one such shiny thingy in my mouth to run away with.

I have known this since the beginning. She's never had to tell me. And Googie is on board with that too.


[She just will not touch my jewelry - no matter where I might leave it. I can trust her on that.]

:))

The Day's Sundries..

Tuday, it waus pretty much just laike any uther day.

Ah hung around mom's room, plopped mahself down on her bed, and relaxed.

Ah then reckon she came bah close to me and started eenspectin' mah nethers. Well, that's old-hat. Ah turned and shifted the uther way, but really? I just wanted to relax.

She came back with that shiny, tiny thang [scissors]. And focused again on mah nethers. Ah waus careful nawt to move whale she worked on me. (Ouch, she kanda.. poked me there.. but Ah was very patience, Ah might admeet.)

Ah guess you could say, Ah gawt a "sanitary cleep".


:) [That's right: he got a sanitary clip. ]

The Pack Leader

How do you know if you are seen as the 'pack leader' from your cat's point of view?

It used to be, Princess One used to always wait for me to start going downstairs first, each morning. She would then follow. And that was one sure way.

With these two, it's a different thing: They emulate everything I do.

They emulate my morning routine, and my evening routine. Both involve opening cabinets, which they watch me do. And so, once I settle in for the evening, for example, I will start hearing Gabriel banging the cabinet door as he tries to open it. And he will just leave it there, open.

In the morning, they watch me reach over for the toilet paper. I had to keep it in a special place because Princess is so observant, she'd go over to it and start to roll it off. So now I keep it closed up in the empty medicine cabinet of the 'cat bathroom'.. It's their room, and they know it. (For plumbing reasons, I'm using 'their room' for a while.)

So, as I walked in one morning, I found the medicine cabinet door open, and the toilet paper roll placed right on the sink - as an attempt to cover up the doo-doo. The point is, they saw me place the roll in there and take it out - and they emulated.

They will go eat when they see ME eat; they will follow me from room to room and lay down near me if I lay down. And they will jump up on the kitchen counter and explore because that's where I spend time working on cooking and cleaning dishes - so they try and emulate that by walking around there.

So yes, I'm definitely the 'pack leader' here... (Or so I think.. :).. )

A Wedge Between Us...

There's a place near our 'nummy num' where mom likes to go and do things. Well, she just comes and goes back and forth from this area. I watch her every time open these doors, and then put things here and move things there...

I watch in fascination and I can never quite understand what it is she is really doing.

One time, I jumped up to investigate and I fell into this ....hole! It was in the middle of this big white thing behind the doors. [the laundry washing machine]

Anyway, she always tells me to leave from there every time she sees me. Which only fuels my curiosity even more. Sometimes, another little door gets left open and I jump up on it to see what's in there; but that's a big no-no, I can tell because she'll use that high-pitched voice of hers ("Ah!!"), instead of a civilized word. [No cat in the dryer please!]

Well, tonight I discovered this little thingy near the big doors. It was really a small thingy, small enough for me to push around. Yeah, that's right: I pushed it this way and that and decided that it belonged right about wedged between the floor and the door.. that little opening there, uh-huh.

Next thing I know, I hear mom fumbling with the door while I'm outta there and in the living room by now. I turn around and see her standing there, looking right at me.

[ I won't repeat here what I really did say at first ...]

I looked back at her totally confused, my eyes popping wide open. "Who? ME?? "

"What the F--K did you DO?!!!", she bellowed right at me. This, was the time to high-tail it. Onto "downstairs" and out of her way!

But... I thought I was doing her a ... favor.. I really did think that I put this little thingy where it belonged!


[... this piece of broken, errant wood off of the trim down there by the doors.. big enough to jam the whole door..]