Thanksgiving

Can I just say it? Thanksgiving is the BEST holiday EVER! My neighbor Bob, that's him in the photograph posted on Halloween, and I spent the afternoon sunning ourselves out on our decks while our humans busied themselves in the kitchens. While Bob and I waited for our respective feasts to begin, we discussed our favorite dishes. Bob is partial to the potatoes and stuffing, and while I don't mind those tasty tidbits even one bit, I LOVE the turkey. Turkey, turkey, turkey. Imagine! A holiday that celebrates eating. Bob kept reminding me that there's more to this holiday than just food. He insisted it's really about stopping and reflecting on everything for which we're thankful. Hmmm. I'm thankful for.......turkey, turkey, turkey turkey.....

Nov. 21, 2008

Nov. 21st, 2001

Dear Kids,

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?

Love,

Oliver

I'll be watching you!

A Shout Out to Commentators in Room 203

While my last two posts have been published with my feline followers in mind, I must give a shout out to the commentators in Room 203. A commentator is someone who writes or posts comments about newsworthy events....my posts being, naturally, newsworthy events. Several of the kids in Room 203 have posted comments in response to my recent posts. To answer your questions, Miss R. and I did have a difference of opinion that led to my being grounded and put on restriction. In the meantime, thanks for all your comments. Keep them coming.

Care and Feeding of Humans Part 2; Training

As any feline will tell you, training humans can be a time-consuming yet rewarding task. In general, humans respond best to positive reinforcement. Take tonight for example. It was past dinner time but my tummy required an extra helping of tuna. Miss R. was busy making lesson plans for Monday morning. Her lesson plan book was open and she had her laptop turned on as she checked the curriculum web. Purring loudly, I jumped on the table and stretched out completely covering her lesson plan book. She ignored me at first and tried to slide her book out from under my humungous tummy. I moved on to plan B. I hid behind the monitor of her laptop and swiped out her typing fingers with my paws, claws extended. Humans love this. "Oliver, stop playing," Miss R. scolded but I knew that meant I was that much closer to my second helping of tuna. Next, I jumped on Miss R.'s lap and turned and twisted multiple times before I stretched out and snoozed with one eye open. Miss R. pretended to ignore me as she tried to continue her work. I decided to voice my appreciation for Miss R.'s servitude by meowing, she calls it caterwauling, very loudly. "All right, Boy," she said trying to stand up. "Let's see what you want." I leaped to the ground and ran as fast as my chubby legs would carry me to the kitchen where I purred loudly in front of the fridge. Miss R. patted my head then opened the door to remove my tuna. She scooped some into my bowl, patted me on the head again, and returned to her work. I'd like to say that this kind of positive reinforcement works all the time, but alas that is not the case. Next time, we'll take a look at how to set boundaries with your humans.

The Care and Feeding of Humans, Part 1; Choosing Your Human

Many of my feline readers have been asking lots of questions about how to manage the care of their humans. *Caution* you two-legged readers might not find the following very intersting. In fact, you might just want to shut down your computer and go watch Spongebob -Squarepants instead.

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!

President Oliver

It's an exciting day for the kids in Room 203 AND for the entire nation. Today voters all over the America, including but not limited to the kids in Room 203 get to vote for the next President of the United States. I used to think the election process was pretty simple, the one with the most votes wins. However, my recent research at the online public library showed me that the election process is actually a bit more complicated than that. It seems that instead of one huge nationwide election it's more like there are fifty individual statewide elections. Each state is worth a certain number of points called "electoral votes." States with more people are worth more points or electoral votes, states with fewer people are worth less electoral votes. Washington State is worth 11 electoral votes. California has a lot of people living there so it's worth 55. Maine has much smaller population so it's only worth 4 votes. Whoever gets the most votes in each individual state gets all of that state's points. So, whoever gets the most votes in Washington State gets all 11 points. Whoever gets the most votes in California gets all 55 of their points. In the end, they add up all the points (electoral votes) and the candidate who gets 270 or more gets to be President. Wow!

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!