Shiny New Things

Bah. I must stop letting The Girl control my time in front of this computer thing. I will have to work on that with her (and by with her, I mean by planting direct suggestions in her brain.) I haven't been here in soooooooo long, there is so much different now. I hate different. (well, I don't really hate different, but I pretend to)

Anyway, a little while after my last post, I got, oh, what's it called??? Oh, yeah...a "sister". Whatever. All I know is that the girl was gone for a really long time one day, and then came back to MY house with ANOTHER CAT!!! Can you believe that???? She kept telling me that it was Rocky, her brother's cat, but I didn't care...if it was HIS cat, why was she at MY house??? Seriously. So, I tried to hate her. I hissed at her every chance I got, and I swiped at her, but (unfortunately) she has claws too...so no more swatting for me. And then I...

Sorry, there was a bug I thought I saw, and that was more important than this silly "blog" So, back to the "sister". I chased her around, in fact, she basically lived under the bed...hahahaha, the creature under the bed!!!

But then something happened. We moved. The Girl kept telling me that we might move, and then she kept asking both of us (me and the "sister") if we were excited for moving day. I tried to express to her that I really didn't care one way or the other as long as the food bowls and clean litter boxes would be there. (Not that my two - yeah, I have two now...one perk of the "sister" - are ever dirty, but I wanted to make sure she didn't forget how to clean them) So one day all of a sudden, I'm caged into something. I mean, rude!! One minute I am relaxing on the bed, enjoying the sunshine, and the next minute...I'm stuck inside a little tiny box. (At least the "sister" was in a box too...) And then these other people came over and took all the stuff from the house, and then the girl took us in the car thing. (Gosh I really hate that thing...it makes me kinda ill). Then we were in some new building, but it had all of MY stuff in it. Yes, it was all in different places, but it was all there. (And there was a different TV thingy there too...better than the old one, and still on the swivel-y thing.) So, I start explorrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr........oh, sorry, The Girl started scratching and I got to purring...no wonder it takes me so long to write a single post. Not that time matters to me.

Anyway, I started exploring this new place, and I found that it wasn't too bad. I had a new circular track for my exercising The Girl keeps asking me if I am qualifying for the Kitty 500...I have no idea what that is, but I am not into competing...well, I am, actually, but only with the "sister".) And yes, the "sister" was there too...but now she wasn't the creature under the bed anymore. Crap. She realized pretty quickly that this wasn't the place that I owned, but a new place and that we both sorta owned it...the one time that a cat's intelligence has turned out bad for me. Anyway, I tried the hissing with the "sister" again, but she wasn't having it anymore. Fine. I'll stay out of her way, she will stay out of mine.

So, this computer and mouse-y thing...oooh, mouse...wait, blog now, mouse later...aren't in the same room as the good TV anymore, but that's ok, cause The Girl says that "fall TV" is starting up soon. (Not a clue, nor do I care.) but she spends more time in that other room...so I should be able to write more now.

Ok, I must go and find out why The Girl hasn't refilled my food bowls (two jobs, food and litter...how hard is that???)

-- Baby Kitty

The Girl's Day Home

Ok...so...last week...or possibly last month, last year...who knows, I don't really have a sense of time...anyway, sometime that isn't right now...the girl didn't leave for the whole day, like she ususally does. (The night before, she kept telling me that she was "working from home tomorrow"...whatever that means)

So, it is time to get up (and by that I mean...I am awake, so everyone else should be too) but the girl...she just ignores me! I mean really...so I playfully try to get her up...I'm helping...I know this, she must get up, she always does...after being shooed (again with the shooing) off the bed and her mumbling something like...don't BITE!!! at me, I decided fine, I have better things to do...like start my daily routine. (What, I can't have a routine?)

I relax, I sleep on the couch a bit, I stare out the window (the girl opened the door to the sleepy room at least and let me have run of MY home)...I am just about to settle down and watch some TV when the girl finally gets up. And what is the first thing that she does? Adjust the TV so it is straight again. I mean come on, I had just got it angled the way I want it...my shows are about to begin here...seriously...fix that. But she doesn't understand the meaning of my staring at her, instead, she just keeps asking me to "tell momma EVERYTHING" (if she only knew) So I ignore her and go back to the staring...she won't fix the TV...but she isn't even watching it...she has noise coming out of the computer....oooohhhh...hang on, shiny things.

Sorry, about that (well, not really, I mean SHINY THINGS! Hello!!) anyway, where was I...oh yeah, she had noise coming out of the computer, and she had another computer that she was working on (so I couldn't even get online...she was sitting right there) and to top it off, I think she was on the phone at the same time...point being, why couldn't I watch TV if she wasn't...

In the past, I have tried to put the TV back before she gets home, so she doesn't know that I watch it during the day, but recently, I realized, I don't care...too much effort to swivel it twice in one day...and if she would stop swivelling it back every day, well, I wouldn't have an issue.

Back to her day home though...it wasn't too horrible...even without seeing my shows...there was way more scratching going on that day, she sat in front of that other computer most of the day, but she did take some time to make sure I was happy (as she should...as my servant...she is at my beck-and-call...she knows this...) But I am not sure I want to see her here too much...I have my routine, and she isn't normally a part of it...

Gotta go, things to chase...or pretend to chase...

-- Baby Kitty

Velcro, Napping, and Other Fun Things

So, apparently it has been some time since the girl has let me write anything...but seeing as I have no sense of time...it could have been yesterday - you don’t know.

Anyway, it does seem like lots of stuff has happened since the last time I got to play with the mouse-y thing. There was this one day...the girl was playing with cords, I tried to play too, but she just shooed me away. Again with the shooing. Anyway, I think she was trying to make it neater in the home place, because she kept tripping on the cords that lead to the computer. So she gets them all put away and she has this stuff...what was it called...wait for it...oh yeah, I remember now, she yelled, "Bring back that Velcro!!!" So it must be called Velcro. Anyway, it was just sitting on her bed for the longest time how was I supposed to know she wanted to use it. I saw it, wanted it and took it. Eventually I gave it back (and if she thinks that she "found" it...she’s wrong, if I didn’t want her to have it back, it would still be mine) So that’s overrrrrrrrrr oh, no, time forrrrrrr some purrrrrrrrrrrrrrring...she picked me up...be rrrrrrrright back...

Hello. I’m here again. Got bored with the scratching...well, not bored, actually I thought I saw a bug and jumped down to chase it...but it was only, well nothing..I saw nothing, and by the time I realized it was nothing, the girl had moved on to other things. I tried to go back and get her to pay attention to me, but she kept telling me to get away from the hot stove. Whatever that means...

So the other day this other person was here...I think the girl calls her Joanne...I call her the other one. Anyway, the other one was using this mouse-y thing, and I was ignoring her...she is in my place, what does she think she is doing here. The girl isn’t here, she shouldn’t be here...but the girl lets the other one come over now and then to use the mouse-y thing...and sometimes she’s here A LOT. But whatever. I like not being the only one here, not that I will ever admit it. Back to the other one though...she kept trying to get me to play with her, she wanted to scratch me, and while I like the scratching, she is not the girl...so no scratching for you. (There is also this rrreeeeeeaaaaalllllyyyyy tall person that comes over once in a while...tries to pick me up...definitely not sure about that one...) But the other one gave up and was watching the other big screen thing in this room...I think the girl calls it the TV. So I thought I would tease the other one...got near her, let her think she could possibly pet me then HA!!! nope....I’m out of here! But, then the girl gets home, so I have to go to the other one too, because I don’t want the girl to think that I am a rude hostess...and I - WAIT! I’ll be right back!!!

Ok, sorry, I saw this red circle bug looking thing, it kept moving around really fast, and I needed to chase it a bit...I think the girl was controlling it though, because sometimes it would be very still and other times it would rest on my paw, but I couldn’t feel it at all...

Hmmm...what else has gone on...not a whole lot, I have done some more exercising, I really like my spot on top of the cabinets. Ooh, I have a new spot in the bedroom...I finally realized that I like those things called, um...pillows I think. Anyway, I know that the girl uses two of them when it is sleepy time, and there are two more, (what, just because I am a cat does not mean that I cannot count...I can type for goodness sake, I can certainly count.) Anyway, there were two more not being used, so I took them. They are mine now. (And, don’t ever tell the girl this...I’ll deny it...I really like snuggling next to her at sleepy time, she’s good people)

Hmmm...I think it is naptime...well, ok, it can always be naptime, but I have been awake for almost an hour now...definitely sleepy...

Later,
-- Baby Kitty