Friday, December 17, 2010

But what planet is it from?

Hello from Acorn Oakmist ...
A few days ago our humans went crazy and hauled things around, created a huge uproar and when it was over, there was a great big outdoorsy smelling cat toy in the house with all sorts of lights and shiny things on it.

I found it was quite pleasant to play with a few things swinging well within reach so I parked next to it and thoughtfully swatted at a couple of things.

The Other One just watched carefully and relaxed after nothing broke.

Elfstone decided to curl up in the chair next to this odd creature and pretend to fall asleep. He said later that he really wasn't asleep, just pretending, so he could get a better idea of what this thing was all about.

It's still here and the humans are still crazy.

Friday, November 5, 2010

Parked!

Hello from Acorn Oakmist,
I got to do something I hadn't done in ages a few nights ago.
Parked firmly on unsuspecting human asleep on the couch as she huddled under a blanket.

(She's mine, I tell you. Mine. Knit. Purr.)

I know she loved every minute of it.

Friday, August 20, 2010

What is all this uproar around the house?

Hello and a big HMPH from Acorn Oakmist,
My Human has been pulling all our nice hidey places next to the house apart and moving all the Stuff around. Climbing on the roof! Spraying water at the house! Tearing away all that nice cushy grass and attacking the bushes!

You'd think they were about to do something like paint the house!!!

Well, I have news for them. My secret weapon will be deployed in no time if they do something weird like that. (don't remind them. I have cat hair, nice color contrasting orange cat hair, and I'm not afraid to use it. Shh...it's a secret.)

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

It's getting noisy around here!

I will never understand humans!

They had this insane thing about feeding everything that came into the yard, lately. Birds, squirrels, even our neighbor cat (Rohan, I think his name is.)

Now they're fussing and putting things out and taking them back and tsk-ing because Undesirables From The Wrong Side of the Tracks have just horned in to our peaceful back yard, and they've upset Rohan's turf too, and his humans are partly to blame. They put feeders in the yard and some oddball cage thing with white stuff in it hanging from one of the trees. Along comes THEM...noisy, raucous, screeching gangsta types in black and brown, and the poor respectable brightly colored songbirds and hummingbirds are, pardon the expression, all of a twitter.

OK, human, why are you jumping up and down and saying "NOT TWITTER?" A cat can't write a blog entry in peace either?

..and now nobody knows what to do.

There goes the neighborhood.

Regards...
Acorn Oakmist

Friday, May 14, 2010

Meanwhile, back at the ranch

There was a ringing noise. Our humans spoke into the air a while ago on what was shaping up to be a lazy morning for all of us. Then everything changed.

Our cat senses found sadness and confusion. The humans scrambled. And then Pat the Sitter came over and stayed with us for a week. The grass grew. It rained. It nearly froze. It rained some more.

When the sun came back, Our Humans did too. They've been back for several days. But something is still not quite right.

So, we have been doing our Cat Routine (and Elfstone brought in some more surprises just for them), and we've been keeping a watchful eye on the squirrels and the birds. And wondering why we can't chase them without a human running full tilt out there and scolding us. It's not like we actually CATCH them. ...

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Color Contrasting Fur!

Hi from Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat!
I'm busy rolling all over the nice maroon-colored quilt cover My Human put on the bed a few days ago. It is now a nicer blend of maroon and cream and I'm prepping my coat for spring!!!
Happy rolls and purrs,
Yours Truly.
Oops, gotta run...she just noticed...

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

Meanwhile, back at the ranch

..Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
Our humans did a lot of scurrying last week. Both of them were hauling Elfstone away in that damnable cage and then bringing him back. I was studiously pretending to ignore it all, but it was a little hard to ignore certain messes Elfstone was making in the process. I just decided to do the decent thing and Pretend Nothing Happened; and when my cat radar picked up the image of the Dreaded Vet I laid low.

Elfstone is better now and back to being my annoying Little Brother. And the humans are playing Cat Tackle about the pills again. Hmpfh. My Human was complaining about her arm hurting. Well, after all, Elfstone IS rather a fat cat. But they're the ones who kept bundling him There and Back. So, I am re-domesticating My Human by parking next to her on the couch at every opportunity, making sure she knows I'm Right There and Need Fuss.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Cat gangs???

The humans are talking about things we could have told them if they'd asked. Like,
all the strange new cats in our turf that seem to want to cause trouble.

Our humans are shutting the cat door at night now. Yesterday, I decided to park my orange fur on the chair and stay there. Now, they think it's because someone beat me up. Naw. I will never admit to something as disgraceful as that, and twelve is NOT old!!! I just felt like, um, relaxing yesterday.

Birthday? Me?!!! Harumph! Bah, humbug!

Yours sincerely,
Acorn Oakmist.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Pills!

Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
I've been bemusedly watching the great struggle during the last week, between The Other One and Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat where a giant dust cloud emerges from whatever room they happen to be in -- or in this morning's case, rooms -- and from the cloud, the Other One's Voice: "Ya GOTTA. Ya GOTTA. I don't want to have to take you back to the vet!"

When the dust does settle, there is a catnip-induced peace for a while.

I think there's only one pill left.

Now if it were me, both humans would have given up way before this. ElastoKitty Rules...

Tuesday, January 5, 2010

Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
I distracted the writer human from her lazy seat on the futon about six times in ten minutes by zipping out the cat door and demanding to be let in the front door moments later.

We finally arrived at a truce whereby I sat next to her and made sleepy cat noises and made her sit and write for a while.

Guess it worked. She sent something off to a friend, who liked it.