Yes, c’est moi, the most handsome cat. Here I am admiring myself in the glass fireplace screen.
Today I am rather irritated. Every day around eleven I ask my two legged, “Isn’t it time for my lunch?”
She replies, “What did you say?”
I repeat, louder, “It’s time for my lunch!”
“Yes, yes, I’m getting there. Hold onto your pants.”
I don’t have any pants and even it I did, how could I walk and hold onto them? Honestly, it seems I need to have a continuing dialog with her for at least 30 minutes before she breaks down and puts out my tuna. I even have a patented dance I perform for her to tell her how hungry I am, even when I know she can hear me. Anyway, I’ve finally gotten my tuna and am now cleaning my face.
Did I tell you I have a new toy? It’s a sort of a crinkly tube that is fun to crawl through. It has a hole in the middle where I can stick my head out, but mostly I like to relax there. It also has these fascinating strings at one end that tempt me to pounce and chew them.
I thought I would show you where I sleep while me two legged writes – in the corner of the loft where she sits. Please note how messy my sleeping spot is, with papers all over. She does not keep her space clean. I keep my spaces clean…well, sort of. My box is something I can’t do anything about and it’s true I leave hair everywhere, but other than that I am clean and neat.
I’m feeling better now. She’s giving me something I like a lot!