Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Being a Cat Mom

Not so much different from being Mom to humans, says The Other One.

To which I flash my orange fur and say,

I gave her plenty of notice that I'd lost my early morning breakfast. She saw it before she walked on it. So what's she fussing about? No, she didn't SAY anything,
it was that patient-mom-martyred look.

So I livened things up by chasing off a big bad intruder a few minutes later. Just when she was trying to catch a bit more sleep, too, and had shut her eyes. That upstart from next door pranced into the house through OUR cat flap as pretty as you please. I showed him! He left some of his fur on the kitchen floor. I told The Other One he was hiding in the garage. She didn't believe me but saw me stare at the door so she opened it very carefully. Next thing we knew, a THUNK followed by a WHOOSH and there he went. Out the other cat flap into the Garden.

I decided to reclaim my space under the truck and take a nap. My Human hadn't stirred from the bedroom, after all. I love to make the Other One pay me all this attention.

Acorn Oakmist.

Monday, August 25, 2008

Foot in mouth disease

.I can come up with some good ones.

Here's me eating my words:

funny pictures
moar funny pictures

Sunday, August 24, 2008

Garage Door Surfing

Greetings from Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat,
Mom caught me eyeing the open garage door from the vantage point of her truck, while she was weeding the garden and pruning the rhodie bush just next to the garage. Darn spoilsport human jumped up and down and screamed and flapped ineffectively then remembered that all she had to do was shut the door, which she proceeded to do.

I think she remembered the Amazing Feat I performed several years ago when I'd jumped up there -- it makes a perfect shelf for a cat to park on when open, because it sits flat with some room between the door and the ceiling -- and when she pushed the button to shut it as she was pulling out of the driveway I poured myself through a little crack in the corner of the garage as the door dropped. I surfed down the outside of the rapidly lowering door and jumped the remaining five feet or so lightly to the driveway.

I'm not sure what "HAIR DYE" means but she said that a lot then. She was utterly horrified.

Now she's just saying stuff like "Six pounds heavier!" (And her point is...??)

Hmpf. She just needs to trust me...

Saturday, August 23, 2008

There's the rub

The humans keep wandering off, and lately they come back with evidence of just how badly they have strayed.

Someone else's cat hair. I think we detected the scents of several of them, in fact.

So today, I, Acorn Oakmist the Red, emerged from under the other truck when they returned,
and applied a fresh layer of cat fur onto The Other One's clothes. Rub, rub, hit head on leg, purr, demand scritches on forehead, rub some more. I'll be getting My Human soon too.

Nobody else was orange, I might add.

Elfstone can be the one to sniff The Other One's hand and look indignant and check it out very carefully, --me, I'll just erase the strange scents and start over.

Friday, August 15, 2008

Keeping the Humans Guessing

Hello world from Acorn and Elfstone.

We have made a concerted effort to keep our humans on their toes this week. Not only have we thrown them a bit of the usual confusion when one of them found the dead baby squirrel on the kitchen floor at three in the morning -- and neither of us fessed up -- but we've been cavorting outside in the heat being quite arbitrarily random about Dealing With the Neighbor Cat -- hanging out on the lawn in neat rows, each several feet from the other, or getting in Major Save-Face-Cat- Language Arguments, especially when it can have the most effect, as in six in the morning or just after dark when they can't see what's Really Going On.

This is, of course, to distract them from the annoyances of other humans and to sidetrack them from their usual habit of pacing unaccountably, staring restlessly into distances, or sitting for hours in front of the gadget with the incessant light and noise.

Wednesday, August 13, 2008


OK so I'm a dinosaur. I can learn about adding "gadgets" to this blog and still don't know what I'm doing on here in the first place half the time?

That sounds like fun!

Friday, August 1, 2008

The Tao

Greetings from Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat,
I am parked next to Mom on the couch reminding her after she came limping in from a Hard Week
that pussycat wisdom is right there on her shelf.

The Tao of Meow should clam -- oops I mean calm -- her down for a while. It is by a Wise Cat whose human-given name is Waldo Japussy.

(Of course, his REAL name is known only to him, as are the real names of all our kind.)

Hmpf. Instead of relaxing this has now led to a frantic search of the bookcases by Mom, who can't find it. That really wasn't my intention. Since of course, eventually it will be found in that unaccountably elusive location, Right There All Along.

So a quote may have to wait.