The Cat Room

Cat Day

Today the Human was out most of the day.  We think he went to see the Lady with the Creaky Knees.  Something to do with 'Mother's Day.'

Well we think there should be a 'Cat Day'.  We are sure that Hallmark would approve, and that it would generate income for the Humans to buy us better Stinky Goodness. . .designer beds. . .and other necessities of daily living.  Besides, we like the idea of having cat cards.  They could have mice and birds and fuzzy things on them to keep us amused for hours.

So let your Humans know that you demand that a 'Cat Day' be added to their schedule.

Ignored

We don't get it.  Today, our Human was sitting in his chair in the front room, like he often does.  And he was talking. . .for hours.  I thought at first he was talking to me, so I came over to inspect his lap.  Other than scratching my head once, he ignored me!  He had this little box up to his ear and was talking to it like it's real or something.  Anybody want to explain what the box is and why he was so distracted?  I don't like being ignored.  I may have to take the little box and hide it behind the couch.

Miss Daisy

Good Eats

Oooooo!  The Human gave us some of what Max calls 'stinky goodness'.  I could hear the can pop in the kitchen, and I came running from my perch in front of the window.  Miss Daisy came running from upstairs.  It smells so good, and tastes even better.  We don't get it that often.  Must be some sort of special occasion. . .

Bonkers

Things to Hiss about

Today the Human was muttering something about 'spring cleaning', and he completely turned our house upside down.  Without asking our permission first, of course.  The Worst Thing is when he takes out the loud box and begins dancing with it. . .all over the floor.  We go hide in the other room.  Sooner or later, he starts to dance toward that room and we have to go to the ultra-super-secret hiding places that he doesn't know about.  Every cat should have ultra-super-secret hiding places.  I like to hide behind the rack of little rectangular things under the stereo cabinet.  Bonkers likes to hide behind the tree in the front room.  (She is not imaginative at all)

About the only thing we approve of is that the Human cleaned our beds. . .which left them with that clean fresh smell.  Then he tried to make it all better by pulling our toys back out and dragging the squeaky mouse all around.  Like that's gonna make up for everything else.  Sometimes he is so dense.

Miss Daisy

Welcome new friends

Wow!  The Human goes on a little trip with the computer, and when he comes back, we have all these new friends!  Our own Mighty Max has spread the word, and fuzzies have stopped by from all over.  We feel a bit overwhelmed at it all.  But it just proves out point:  felines rule the world, and there are a lot of us out there on the internets.

Speaking of ruling the world, we would like to report that our Human gets it.  He came back with new toys for us, and played with us last night.  He even let both of us squeeze into his lap at the same time, while he was typing on his laptop.  Good Human.  We've decided to keep him.

We want to introduce ourselves.  Bonkers likes to get into everything, sings constantly, and generally pushes her way around.  Miss Daisy is the mature one. . .always polite and reserved.  We are sisters, and our mother was a barn cat.  We spent the first six years of our lives running around in the fields surrounding our Human's old house. . .climbing trees and playing with butterflies.  When our Human moved to the city, we became indoor cats.  It's our house, of course, and we let two Humans live with us.  Our Human, like we said, gets it.  The other Human also waits on us when we need anything, but he doesn't let us sit in his lap.  He mumbles about hair and claws, but we'll keep him too.  Sometimes, when both Humans are gone, the Lady With The Creaky Knees comes to take care of us.

We can't wait to read more about the other feline overlords, and we'll try to wrestle the computer away from the Human more often.

Bonkers and Miss Daisy

Dogs and Cats

It has come to our attention that some dog lovers are unhappy that cats exist.  Rather than get into a long drawn-out debate about the merits of cats vs dogs, we would actually like to agree with the article's author on one point:

We have already enslaved the Humans.  It's too late, and the barking dogs can't save you.  The ancient Egyptians worshiped us for very good reasons.  We are the master race on the planet and don't you forget it.

Muhahahahah. . .cough. . . hairball. . .cough.

Bonkers and Miss Daisy (on behalf of your feline overlords).

Spring! Yay!

The Human opened up all the windows today and I stuck my nose up against the screen.  Lots of smells to smell and birds to growl at.  The Human has been singing to himself all day. . .I think he likes spring.

So do I.

Bonkers

Updates

Ok, we admit it. We haven't been writing in our blog for some time.  It might be because we are sleeping more these days.  It might be because the Human has monopolized the computer.  It might be because there hasn't been anything to write about.

Case in point:  here I am using the Human's laptop.  Whoever designed touchpads were not thinking of feline users. 

Some updates:  The outside friendly cat who used to come see us doesn't anymore.  Two dogs have moved in next door.  Not only do they bark all day and night, but they scare away our friend.  The Humans have been grumbling about the dogs and I know how they feel. 

It's that time of the year again.  Time for the Human to take our beds up from the floor and put them on higher ground.  Even though we have fur coats and even though the Humans turn on the heat, the floor stays cool.  At least this year we didn't have to remind them to move the beds. 

Bonkers is playing with her jingle-ball.  Time for me to try and steal it from her.

Miss Daisy

A new friend

I have a new friend.  See, there is this neighborhood cat that has been appearing at the sliding glass doors on the rear patio.  I think it is a boy cat, which would explain why he is interested in me.  I put my nose up to the glass on the inside, and he does the same on the outside.  The Human tried to take a picture the other day, then mumbled something about 'batteries'.  And the Human won't let me go outside to see this new cat, but that's ok.  I have a boyfriend.  Me.  Miss Daisy could care less, so he is all mine.

Bonkers

Purrrrr

Catnip treats.

Is there really anything better in the world?  I think not.

Miss Daisy