Thursday, February 24, 2011

I can haz cookies?

..that's what my human is muttering. I think she's visited LOL CATS way too often. but she thinks that's what may fix the problems. By the way, the fox is really annoying. Can we banish him?

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

The Mystery of the Vanishing Posts

Mom tells me, while tapping away and scratching her head, that she'll need to call in either a detective or a hunter (or perhaps a cat) to figure out why her posts on other people's blogs are vanishing without a trace.

I could do the hunter part...
but first, a nap. It's cold and gloomy outdoors.
zzzzpurrrzzzz
Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Hunting Practice

Hello n'a purr from Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat,
I am occupying myself by startling my humans late at night by making sinister bouncing and crashing noises. Or maybe it's early in the morning. Well, it's their fault. Mom needed to know I am a big ferocious pussycat and she locked the cat door a couple of times. Pooh. No bunny rabbits. But there was this big scary thing under the couch that needed to be exposed, hounded (if you'll pardon the expression) out of its cozy hidey hole. Growl. Bite. Drag.

It was utterly satisfying the next morning to hear the Momly Complaint:

"What's my slipper doing in the middle of the hallway?"

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

ears up, but only for a little while!

Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
My Human has given in to the sleep vibes I've been steadily aiming at her from the couch. So I woke up and noticed that The Other One is tapping away at that clacky thing on her lap. Hmph. I must be slipping. I shall get up, turn creakily around on the cushion to remind her that I am a Senior Cat and Must Be Obeyed, and settle back down with ears up, looking away from her. She knows then that I mean business even though I'm not looking at her.

Earlier on I had to remind My Human that I am most definitely not a pillow even though I was blending into them effortlessly. The joys of being orange on a red and gold background.

Ah, well, back to hibernation. ZZZZ.

Monday, February 7, 2011

stillness in the air

Hello from Elfstone Chestnut Pussycat,
The nice man with the pain-in-the butt fur creature who lives next door had a lot of people come over for the past few days. Ordinarily he's by himself and some people stop by from time to time. The fur creature isn't as big as we are, and he makes lots of noise every time he sees us and wiggles to get up and down the porch step, unlike us cats, who can leap tall fences any time we want... anyway, though, the man is always very nice even though he seems to think I'm a girl...the very idea.

But things have been very odd in neighbor land, with extra visitors staying for a very long time, and yesterday we heard a big clanging and clattering. People opened the big door we had never seen open and started taking things out. Big things, noisy things. Things that smell like the smells under the big monsters that move in the street. Little things hanging on shelves. That door does not open very much. And when I peeked in the other door there was a woman all the way inside the house. She was crying and not moving around very much.

Something was really wrong, I thought, and I didn't see the nice man. Now that I think about it, I didn't see the Fur Guy either. Not that I missed him all that much.

And then they all went away and everything was quiet. I hate it when everything gets quiet. It's as though someone tore a hole in the neighborhood.

Now it's very dark in there and everything is shut. And my humans are upset. Even Acorn didn't have his usual Red Tough Guy cattitude. And I'm worried that they will go away too so I'm fussing over them and talking to them and making sure that they know I'm just a pussycat that needs his humans to stick around and do the things that humans are supposed to do. (Where'd the food go, anyway? It's been minutes since I ate last...maybe I should park on one of them till they realize they need me.)