Thursday, November 27, 2008
Friday, November 21, 2008
Your sharing topic this week sounds like a timely one. It's a good thing to stop and remember all the things that make us thankful . Otherwise we run the risk of being ungrateful and taking things for granted.
I'm thankful for having a whole classroom full of second grade penpals, or should I write, cyberpals with whom I can share all my profound thoughts. I am thankful for my nice, soft bed where I take all my naps, but I do wish Miss R. would find her own place to sleep! Speaking of sleep, I am thankful for lovely, warm laundry fresh out of the dryer (if only Miss R. wouldn't be so quick to put it away) because nothing beats a nap on clean clothes hot out of the dryer! I am thankful for catnip and tuna. I am thankful for my many neighbors who share their apartments with humans and who come out on their decks when their humans have left for work so we can, "shoot the breeze," as they say. I am thankful for running shoes fresh off the feet of my human after she's run 7 plus miles on the treadmill! I am thankful for coffee and good books. Right now I'm reading The Last Battle by Mr. CS Lewis which features a large ginger cat who might look like me, but has nothing of my sweet nature. I'm thankful for Thanksgiving when I get to attack, um I mean, eat all those yummy leftovers....mmmm....turkey.
I can't wait to read all about the things for which you are thankful. Will you tell me?
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Sunday, November 16, 2008
Saturday, November 8, 2008
There. Now, that I've taken care of the human kittens let me address my fellow felines in what I hope to be a series of postings on the proper management of your human. The first step, of course, is choosing a compatible human. Don't be fooled. All humans are not alike. Some are actually...dare I say it...vegetarians. These must be avoided at all costs.
Now, back when I was looking to adopt a human and Miss R. first poked her head above the cardboard box that held my four siblings and me, I knew right away that she was the human for me. Her breath smelled slightly of tuna and I knew this was a human that would treat me as cats should be treated. Imagine my shock then when I heard her say to the other humans in the room, "Hmmmm, I really had my heart set on one of the grey and black females so I could name her Belle!" Oh, the horror! I was orange and white, not grey and black! I was a male, not a female. And while I didn't have a name yet there was no way I was going to allow anyone to call me Belle! No matter. I had already decided that Miss R. was the human for me. As she ran her hand over the top of the box, I turned over on my back inviting her to scratch my tummy. Trust me. Humans can't resist this. Just to be safe, I purred extra loudly and did my best to look, "fluffy." (More on looking fluffy later.) When she scooped up all my siblings and me and unceremoniously dumped us in her lap, I promptly curled up and took a nap, purring the whole time. Humans are powerless to resist the draw of a sleeping kitty. My not-so-wise siblings continued their play and tumbled off Miss R.'s lap one at time. I chose instead to continue my nap while Miss R. softly stroked my fur. Hah. It was easier than taking candy from a baby! Before she even knew it, she was telling the other humans in the room, "Well, I came here today to pick out a kitty, but I think a kitty just picked out me." And that, my fellow felines, is how to pick a human.
PS- Before any of my perfectionist feline friends write in to tell me that it's grammatically incorrect to start sentences such as the one above, with a conjunction such as, "and," let me remind you that good writers know the rules so well that, on occassion, they can choose to break one for literary effect. If any of you two-legged readers ignored my earlier advice about watching SpongeBob instead of reading this post, let me caution you that you must prove that you know the rules of grammar very well, before you are allowed to break them!
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
I did some reading on the candidates to see for whom I would vote and neither one had anything to say on really important issues like the price of tuna, the importance of catnip, or regulation of litter boxes. Shocking, isn't it? How do they expect to earn the all important feline vote if they don't care about cat-related issues? I guess I'll have to run for President myself. I don't think I'll be able to run an effective campaign in time for this election, but come 2012...it's all about President Oliver!