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..]

The Meaning of Kneading

You know, Princess has gotten into a regular pattern for the past couple of years now of 'kneading' on my belly when she sees me lay down.

I call it a cat massage.

We have really gotten into a regular pattern with it though. It seems nowadays, every time I lay down at the end of the day, she'll come over and start to 'knead'. (God knows, I already have plenty of video footage to prove it and many of you have seen them, they're all in here and on YouTube.)

Well, it just so happened that tonight, a Facebook friend posted a similar cat video of a caring cat 'kneading' another cat.. The other cat was down on the ground, dying...

It was a very touching bit of footage which I would like to share. Because it shows how much a cat can care.


[Video from YouTube on the right of the page, top.]

What About Googie?

Mom came home the other night and she had our "nummy-num" in her hands. I could tell she was searching for it for a while out there and that's why she comes home later sometimes.

So she puts our "nummy-num" on the bowl but she keeps it up top, on the kitchen counter.

She looked at me then and said: "Go ahead! You can go ahead". See, she had seen me go up there before to try and eat it.

But I hesitated. Now that we're changing it up, I wasn't quite sure if it was really okay cause this is a place I'm not really supposed to be on.

I looked at her and then turned to look at Googie, wondering how is this gonna work out? does she just want ME to eat it?

Well, okay: I decided I was going to oblige and jumped up to help myself.


:)


[One way to get her to eat before big Goog hoards the food! ]

Cat Accountability

Eet waus on the same naight when Pipi and Ah scrambled out of mom's room becoze it was our time to go to 'beddie bye'.

And so, Ah chased Pipi a leetle beet and we fussed. We flew down the stairs and what nawt. Ah really dawn't know what happened but ruckus did ensue.

Next thang Ah know, mom opens the door:

"WHO DID this?!!", Ah heard her yell.

Ah paws-ed.. You know? AH'M nawt gonna hide. On THIS occasion? Ah'm gonna show up.

Ah ran up the stairs like a bullet, leaving Pipi behind down there, and presented mahself to mom right bah the bedroom entrance, tale up in the air.


[And that's exactly how it happened... I yelled 'Who did this?!!', and he comes up running to face me.. ! :)) ]