April 12, 2005
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News From Catland
Recently I was watching TV and this orange furry sausage came wobbling out from under the bed; then it was joined by another one–Frankie’s kittens are now ambulatory. She had them on the floor ‘way under the bed, and now that they are getting around, I think Frankie and I will both rest easier if they sort of stay put. So I moved two boxes of knives from under the white table to get to the box I had previously fitted out with some old t-shirts as a nest for them, moved two boxes of Narcotics Anonymous literature from under the bed to make room for the new box, and dumped (gently, gently!) the kittens into it. All three of the felines involved seem to be okay with the new arrangement.
And in other news briefly, I decided to let all three of the guys stay in the cabin with me last night. When I do, they usually greet me with purrs and headbutts in the morning, and respect my wishes when I wnat to get some extra shut-eye. Well, I got hoist on my own petard this morning. They decided to do battle at the foot of my bed around six o’clock this morning. Did you ever try to sleep with two kittens play-fighting on your legs? I sure can’t do it. I put them on the floor and admonished them to fight down there, not on the bed. The little buggers totally ignored me, jumped back up on the bed and I, and commenced to re-enact the Battle of Badon again.
So I finally gave up and got up, ‘way earlier than I really wanted to. And this was gonna be a late night anyway, what with the NA meeting tonight. Oh well. . . . Thank God for black coffee!
Comments (5)
My cats do that as well. I usually wake up, scream, and then go back to sleep with them purring next to me.
My cat, she passed on-her name was Momma-used to sit on my pillow and rub her cold nose on my forehead while purring in the morning….giggles…what annoyed me then…I know miss tremendously…I love cats…I have a magnet that says: My Dog Thinks He Is Human And My Cat Thinks He Is God…that about says it all…lol…have a great day…Sassy
That is what cats do…………..
Well let’s see… I have 4 cats. Three vie for attention on the bed at night–2 fight for the place on my pillow,–literally hissing and clawing– the one that I curve around in the fetal position; one just plops at the feet KGH, Brian, Kind Gentle Husband, and the other could give a shit and crashes where ever she pleases. We’ve grown accustomed and lament if they somehow go missing for an evening. Such is the life of cats.
and thank God for the employees who sacrifice their SOUL to brew that coffee!
i love my job. really.