It's A Party!

Well, 'D&D' had a pizza party of sorts at our house. A celebration of 'D's b-day as well.

But let's get back to the pizza part of the party. Well - what does arrive for the party? Eight, count them, eight boxes of pizzas.

Yum Yum Give Me Some.

And I must say, they smelled soooooooooooooo good! All that warm, yummy cheese! Made my mouth just water!

So, when all the humans were outside, eating and drinking and chatting and smoking and munching and visiting - I could not resist that cheesy smell, and made myself comfortable atop one of the still warm boxes!

I was in heaven! The box was so warm, the cheesy aroma was overpowering! And then 'D' had to ruin it all and shoo me away from the boxes.

And 'D' didn't even offer me a nibble of pizza! Well!

Just wait. Revenge is a dish best served cold! (And cold pizza isn't that bad either!).

Cat Reasons

Hi there.

Well here are my reasons why it is good being a cat.

# 1 Do not have to go to work and pay taxes.
# 2 Get to sleep anytime we want to.
# 3 Humans buy us food and toys.
# 4 We don't lie.
# 5 We love with no conditions.
# 6 We can demand and get attention from our humans friends.
# 7 We can utter bad words and humans cannot understand what we are saying.
# 8 We have not nasty habits like smoking.
# 9 We will allow you to name us silly names.
# 10 We are great at playing hide and seek.

Bed Head

Ha! You should see 'D' in the morning. Talk about a scary sight!!!! He staggers around the kitchen, finally finding my morning food. As 'D' is making coffee, I quickly eat my breakfast. Hmmmmmmm it is tuna. YUMO. I find 'D' relaxing in his chair, sipping his coffee, smoking one of those nasty cigarettes, and watching the morning news on TV. I have to laugh. Talk about a bed head! His hair looks like weeds, or something, sticking every-which-way. Straw. It looks like straw!!! I just sit there and grin my cat grin. Then I laugh. I laugh right out loud. 'D' looks at me and says, "What are you meowing at? You still hungry?"

"No" I want to say to him in his language. "Go look into a mirror. That will wake you up."

I don't understand why he doesn't groom himself as he is sitting there. I groom myself all the time, making sure my 'hair' is neat, clean and in place. He just sits there, looking like he has a wheat field growing atop his head. To face the morning looking like that! Eeeeeekkkkk! So I walk away, shaking my head and laughing. Humans! I will never understand them.

Television

Humans watch a lot of television. I suppose it is entertainment, but to me it's just a bunch of annoying sounds (unless, of course, the television is tuned to Animal Planet). The humans in my house, sit in front of the TV, and drink their coffee, tea, soda, etc., and have a snack or two - and watch that tube of sound and pictures. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they become angry, sometimes they become sad, and sometimes they simply sit there and 'click' through the channels, hoping something will catch their eyes. Well, I prefer to sit at the window and watch the world progress outside. Sometimes I will do my cat grin when I see something amusing like the squirrels dancing on the electric lines and slip. Sometimes I will be a little sad when I see a lone stray cat wonder down the alley, and I wonder if he or she is hungry and scared. Sometimes I become angry when I see a human throwing litter onto the ground, rather than into the trash bin. And sometimes my eyes just dart here and there, looking for anything of interest. Well ..... I guess the window is my television. The only difference is that I cannot turn my off.

Brave New World

The two humans gave me a name. Keldan. At the moment they assigned me a name, I left behind my original name. That part of my life is over. These two humans, and this big house were now part of my life. And what a big house! Hmmmmm so many different scents. Nice ones and bad ones. I immediately began rubbing my face upon anything that I wanted to, leaving MY scent. MY home. MINE. MINE. MINE. Then .... I saw him. Sitting there all still and silent on the carpet in the next room. Stationed by the door, as if he were the gardian of not only the room, but the house. He was brownish gray, and oh so still. The bubble had burst. I was not alone. There was another. I stared at him. I stared and stared and stared. He didn't move, and neither did I. My eyes bore into his. I didn't move a muscle. Not a strand of fur. Blink! He was going to blink before me. And that would mean that I won. I love the blinking game, by the way. I play it with the two humans and I always win. Well ..... the old fool would not blink! For a long time we stared at each other. I was beginning to wonder if perhaps I would blink first. I cannot let that happen. He would win! No, no, no, no. That would not do. My new house. Not his. One of the humans walked toward the brownish gray still cat. Good! Maybe he would look away. Maybe he would blink. Then I would win. The human bent down and scooped the brownish gray cat up into his arms. All of the sudden I heard this horrible crash. The human dropped him. Right onto the floor. THUMP. The brownish gray cat did not move. Perhaps he passed. Died. No more. I slowly crept into the next room, sniffing all the way. No scent. My nose did not detect another cat scent. I was almost upon him. Sniff, sniff, sniff. I froze. OMG!!!! The stupid brownish gray cat was only a statue! As I purred and breathed a sign of relief, I felt foolish. Pleased but foolish. The house was mine. But I had so much to learn. And right now I wanted to know where do I go to the bathroom?