..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.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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.
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...
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...
Thursday, January 7, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, December 8, 2009
Who needs an editor when you have a cat?
(No offense to any editors out there)
Greetings from Acorn Oakmist,
The Other Human (the one always tapping those square things in front of a light box) took a lot of time in this past many-days staring at it, tapping away, with the box thing parked on the table in the kitchen.
I pointed out that it was a very hard surface, that table, and if she wanted Proper Supervision from me she would have to do something about that.
She read me loud-and-clear, and spread a soft fuzzy blanket out for me. I obligingly parked to keep her on track with whatever insane ideas she was working on. Instead of emitting my usual sleep vibes, I tried to help by sending cat level intelligence her direction. Here's hoping it worked. Now if I could only figure out what she means when she says, "Na Noh Rye Moh"....
Saturday, November 14, 2009
It's a zoo out there!
The backyard territory is getting rather crowded these days! Our humans are busy fussing over all kinds of neighborhood beasties. They have added red stuff to one hanging glass something or other, set up a swinging platform, and have been scattering food on top of a few cut pieces of tree stumps. In response, the squirrels which ordinarily run along the side of the yard and on top of the fence have been visiting a lot, and there are flocks of various kinds of small birds.
The intruder orange cat seems to like to sneak up on the squirrels. But they always get out of the way. And when I pop out of the house to defend the territory (never mind the squirrels: where's that nervy cat??) the cat flies into another yard. If he hadn't been born a cat, he could have been a bird. Hmmm.
The intruder orange cat seems to like to sneak up on the squirrels. But they always get out of the way. And when I pop out of the house to defend the territory (never mind the squirrels: where's that nervy cat??) the cat flies into another yard. If he hadn't been born a cat, he could have been a bird. Hmmm.