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Piss, piss!
Friday, January 25, 2013
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Cuddle Cure for Cats
So sometimes we cats have stressful days and nights. Sometimes you need the cuddle cure. It’s not all naps, yarn balls and catnip toys all the time.
For example, last night my male human let me in after I did my business. I was humiliated to realize that I had a little of my business stuck to my furry butt. Well my female human wrestled me into a full nelson while my male human wiped my butt to get off the nastiness. He had to do a few rounds of wipes to really get me cleaned off. I was grumbling the whole while.
After they were done I crawled under a desk and hid out for a while. It was really embarrassing and I was a bit put off by the manhandling. I spent a little time cleaning off the remaining nastiness myself, then I curled up into a little ball and slept for eight hours.
When morning came around my male human came into my bedroom and I looked at him thinking how nice he was to wipe my butt the night before and how unfair I was in giving him a bit of a hard time. I chose that moment to initiate a cuddle from him to show him how sorry I was and to get comforted after such a traumatic episode.
So cats, the key to getting a cuddle cure from your human is to follow them around, rub against their legs and not take any offers, such as food or being let outside. You just stare up at them with your beautiful cat eyes and they can’t resist picking you up and holding you close.
My male human, David, did this for me and we both melted and bonded. It was cuddle heaven! I was then ready to venture outside and he was ready to get on with his day. Then I came back in and slept for another five hours while he went off to work to earn money to buy me more food and catnip toys.
Life is good!
For example, last night my male human let me in after I did my business. I was humiliated to realize that I had a little of my business stuck to my furry butt. Well my female human wrestled me into a full nelson while my male human wiped my butt to get off the nastiness. He had to do a few rounds of wipes to really get me cleaned off. I was grumbling the whole while.
After they were done I crawled under a desk and hid out for a while. It was really embarrassing and I was a bit put off by the manhandling. I spent a little time cleaning off the remaining nastiness myself, then I curled up into a little ball and slept for eight hours.
When morning came around my male human came into my bedroom and I looked at him thinking how nice he was to wipe my butt the night before and how unfair I was in giving him a bit of a hard time. I chose that moment to initiate a cuddle from him to show him how sorry I was and to get comforted after such a traumatic episode.
So cats, the key to getting a cuddle cure from your human is to follow them around, rub against their legs and not take any offers, such as food or being let outside. You just stare up at them with your beautiful cat eyes and they can’t resist picking you up and holding you close.
My male human, David, did this for me and we both melted and bonded. It was cuddle heaven! I was then ready to venture outside and he was ready to get on with his day. Then I came back in and slept for another five hours while he went off to work to earn money to buy me more food and catnip toys.
Life is good!
Tuesday, January 8, 2013
Waffling Morning
No I didn’t eat waffles for breakfast this morning. I wouldn’t anyway. They taste nothing like chicken. It’s just that I was in a vacillating mood. I woke to David coming into my bedroom this morning. He didn’t head to the kitchen, so I didn’t bother following him. I stayed on my chair. (He thinks it’s his desk chair, but we all know better.)
I suddenly felt in the mood to play. But then I changed my mind. I thought of going back to sleep, but I really had to do my business. So when David passed back through the room he headed to the kitchen and I trotted up ahead of him, then slowed my pace turning to look longingly into his blue eyes. The trick worked and he picked me up for cuddle time. I melted into his arms, but then realized that my bladder was about to burst, so I wiggled a bit until he released me.
I headed to the back door, but David stopped to fill my food bowl, so I thought about having a bite before heading out. But I changed my mind a stared at the back door, prompting David to open the door. I peaked out and sniffed, then realized it was a lot colder than I thought it was supposed to be. So I turned away from the door and headed to my food bowl. I devoured half of the juicy morsels. Hmmmm!! Beef AND chicken with gravy. But then my bladder reminded me that it was time to head out. I stared at the door again. And, like it always magically happens, my human appeared to open the door. I stepped out, did what I had to do, did a little dance on the back porch so my jingle bell collar made some noise. And, like it always magically happens, my human opened the door to let me in.
I trotted to the wicker chest by the side window to stare out for a bit to see if I could spot my street cat crew. I couldn’t see anybody, so I meowed at David to open the door to the front room. He didn’t open it. So I tried to pry it open with my little paws. It didn’t work. I really need to figure out how to work tools without an opposable thumb and get me a little crowbar.
Well, I gave up on the front room and headed back to the side window. After about five minutes or so of staring out at some non-activity, I looked over at the settee and the comfy green quilt laying on the seat. I hopped over and did my little squishy squish dance, cleaned up a bit and curled up into a delicious sleep.
All-in-all, a pretty good morning. I think I’ll do the same tomorrow.
I suddenly felt in the mood to play. But then I changed my mind. I thought of going back to sleep, but I really had to do my business. So when David passed back through the room he headed to the kitchen and I trotted up ahead of him, then slowed my pace turning to look longingly into his blue eyes. The trick worked and he picked me up for cuddle time. I melted into his arms, but then realized that my bladder was about to burst, so I wiggled a bit until he released me.
I headed to the back door, but David stopped to fill my food bowl, so I thought about having a bite before heading out. But I changed my mind a stared at the back door, prompting David to open the door. I peaked out and sniffed, then realized it was a lot colder than I thought it was supposed to be. So I turned away from the door and headed to my food bowl. I devoured half of the juicy morsels. Hmmmm!! Beef AND chicken with gravy. But then my bladder reminded me that it was time to head out. I stared at the door again. And, like it always magically happens, my human appeared to open the door. I stepped out, did what I had to do, did a little dance on the back porch so my jingle bell collar made some noise. And, like it always magically happens, my human opened the door to let me in.
I trotted to the wicker chest by the side window to stare out for a bit to see if I could spot my street cat crew. I couldn’t see anybody, so I meowed at David to open the door to the front room. He didn’t open it. So I tried to pry it open with my little paws. It didn’t work. I really need to figure out how to work tools without an opposable thumb and get me a little crowbar.
Well, I gave up on the front room and headed back to the side window. After about five minutes or so of staring out at some non-activity, I looked over at the settee and the comfy green quilt laying on the seat. I hopped over and did my little squishy squish dance, cleaned up a bit and curled up into a delicious sleep.
All-in-all, a pretty good morning. I think I’ll do the same tomorrow.
Friday, January 4, 2013
The Squishy Squish Dance
Now read carefully cats and kittens. This is very important. If you are planning a nap or a good long unconscious sleep, there is a very important ritual to perform.
It is the Squishy Squish Dance.
Here is how it works.
Find a comfortable location. Usually the human’s bed or one of their most comfortable chairs or sofas. They can find another place to sleep or sit for the time being. If the area is not quite ready for you, such as, the bed isn’t yet made, just stare your human down and stare at the unmade bed. This will prompt them to get on the problem and get the area ready for you.
That’s basically it. As a demonstration, my human, David, took this video clip of me prepping for a marathon snooze. Again, aren’t I cute.
Happy squishing & napping!
It is the Squishy Squish Dance.
Here is how it works.
Find a comfortable location. Usually the human’s bed or one of their most comfortable chairs or sofas. They can find another place to sleep or sit for the time being. If the area is not quite ready for you, such as, the bed isn’t yet made, just stare your human down and stare at the unmade bed. This will prompt them to get on the problem and get the area ready for you.
Now you’ll need to prepare the spot. This is where the squishy squish comes in. Plant yourself in a firm position so that you have unfettered use of your front legs. Start on one side (I usually start on the right) and knead the surface. Work slowly across the area, keeping in mind the size of your body and the area in which you need to sleep. Also keep in mind that you’ll be changing positions, on occasion, throughout your nap, so you’ll want to cover an ample area. Once you’re finished one side work on the other side. In my case, the left side.
As far as timing is concerned...for a short nap, you’ll on need to knead for less then a minute. If you feel a marathon snooze coming on, it is important to work the area a total of three-and-a-half to four minutes.
As far as timing is concerned...for a short nap, you’ll on need to knead for less then a minute. If you feel a marathon snooze coming on, it is important to work the area a total of three-and-a-half to four minutes.
That’s basically it. As a demonstration, my human, David, took this video clip of me prepping for a marathon snooze. Again, aren’t I cute.
Happy squishing & napping!
Thursday, January 3, 2013
It’s Been a Whirlwind
Boy, life has been a whirlwind the past few months for me. I moved in to my new place back in September, after living on the streets for...who knows how long. David & Eileen have been great! I'm so glad I chose them as my new humans. Well, after all, they really did need me after they lost Sport. He was a well respected alpha cat in the neighborhood. It’s nice that he gave me permission to take over his humans after he left.
Love the new place! It’s great being on the first floor. It makes it so much easier to get in and out…and in and out…and in…and out…and in, wait, no, out…
It’s great to be able to keep an eye on all the other cats in the neighborhood from the front windows. But there seems to be an issue with these windows. I mean, I know I can see out, but no matter how much I paw and paw at the window there seems to be some invisible substance that prevents me from getting out. I always have to ask my humans to open that big thing that I can’t see through so they can let me out.
They’ve got some pretty cool toys for me. Yes I know that they are toys. I don’t really think those are real mice or squirrels on sticks. I know I’m a cat, but I’m not stupid.
I feel bad that all my cat friend still live outside. But I’m keeping an eye on them to make sure they’re okay. But that they are staying outside. I care about them, but I don’t want them coming inside. I can only mark spots with my pee so much. My bladder isn’t that big. Best to keep them outside. Wait! Is that one of the other cats. Oh no. That’s just me in the mirror. Boy am I pretty.
Well that’s it for now. But before I wrap things up, let me explain my name. It is Megan. I am a boy. These cute little humans thought I was a girl when I first showed up. They were digging around my privates looking for a sign of my maleness, but I’m just too furry to make a proper identification. It wasn’t until I was picked up for a fix job that they discovered I was a boy...and I was already fixed.
Well off to nap...
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