Hi, Garfield blogging today. My two legged is put out with me and deserted her computer. She’s been trying to get me to the vet to get some things called shots, my beautiful teeth checked, and my rapier-like claws clipped. For three years. I WILL NOT go in that box-like thing she calls a crate. Mind you, I grew up in a box-like thing with a grill at the end when I lived in the place before she brought me home. I won’t go back in one. This time it was a gigantic box-like crate. She said it was for a dog and I heard her saying that the opening was big enough to get me in. Well, she tried, but I wasn’t having any of that. I managed to force my way out just as she was shutting the door. I ran and hid under a day bed, where she couldn’t get me. But I forgave her and came out after an hour or so, so she could brush me and give me some cuddles. I wonder when she will try that again. In the meantime, I am have a grand nap on her unmade bed. I am Garfield the superb escape artist! 0 0
Hello to everyone! It’s been a while since I, Garfield the magnificent, have typed a post, but my two-legged has been hogging the computer, working away on a book. She says she needs to finish editing it ASAP, so I snuck up here to use it while she’s away for the weekend…leaving me behind! I don’t mind being left alone so much now since she found a nice lady to come in a give me pets and feed me. I’m warming up to her. She also brushes me which I LOVE. So what have I been up to, you might ask, during all this time. Well, I trapped my first mouse. It came in from the garage in a box my two-legged brought inside. It was much nicer to play with than the phony, furry ones she keeps giving me and it didn’t look anything like my knitted mouse, which I love to death. She took that real one away from me, though, because she was afraid I might eat it…or so she said. I also discovered a fun game to play. I go into one of the bedrooms upstairs and push the door shut. Then I dig at the door until she comes and lets me out. I did this several times until she realized I was doing it deliberately and braced the door open. Phooey! There are lots of games I like. My two legged will play ‘hide her hand’ on the stairs with me – she pops it out and I jump! I also love to knead the blue blanket on her bed. I can do it for a long while and it makes me purr. Right now I am having fun leaving fur on her bed – she has to brush it up every few days, complaining she could stuff a pillow with it. Can I help it if I am fluffy and handsome? It’s also fun to give her a fright. When she goes outside to swim, I charge the door. I have no idea what I would do if I actually got out the door, but she thinks I would run away and get lost. What’s outside that door? My two-legged and someone she calls Hubs seem to find me very funny, and I do my best to keep them laughing – running around the house, which is good exercise, rolling on the floor, running up and downstairs, and carrying my knitted mouse into various corners of the house. I am not sure what they find so funny, since this is just what I do. It’s my job! Hopefully I’ll have more to tell you next time, but in the meantime, she still hasn’t been able to get me into that box. She says I need to see somone called a vet. This is what I think of THAT idea! 0 0
