Oops, I did it again. Garfield here, the handsome long-haired Maine coon cat whom everyone adores.
I foiled my two legged when she tried to get me into a box. She didn’t say why, but I’m sure she was up to no good. She’s been picking me up while I ate, off and on for a week or so, and yesterday she swooped me up and tried to get me into the box. Well, I got the best of her – managed to squeeze out after she got me in. I wonder if she’ll try that again…
In the meantime, I’m up to my usual tricks. Brought my mouse down from the bedroom this morning to play with. It’s getting a little worse for wear because I love it so much.
I also am having fun scratching the glass on the shower door. I can do it for minutes at a time. That cat I see there needs to be taught a lesson.
I love running up and down the stairs. I chase my two legged up at night and lead her down in the morning. I
love stairs. I know I’m over a year old, but really, I’m still a kitten. At least that’s what she told me about Maine Coons.
The one thing I’ve come to like is all that brushing she has to do. You see, I get something called mats and she has to de-mat me a couple of
times a week so I can stay handsome and gorgeous.
I also taught myself a new trick. When my two legged goes out by the back door, I charge the door. Wham! You should see her jump! I really just want to go with her, but it’s scary out there. Do you think she wants to take me outside in that box?
With regard to that box, It’s Garfield 2 – Noelle 0.