Cat\’s Eye View

One of the joys about being a cat is the routine. I love my life. I can anp, stroll over to bowl and eat, nap, get brushed, nap, cuddle, nap. And, did I mention nap?

Ma says I nap like 18 hours a day. She exaggerates. Some of that time I’m awake, on my stool, watching bird out the bedroom window and then the sunshine warms the fur and well, sunshine induces naps, right?

It’s a simple routine, really and I only really get cranky when they deviate from it, like on Fridays!  Fridays suck! They follow the routine until about fish time (that’s 6 p.m. for you non-cats) and then they go away.

I can always tell its coming. They turn on the light and give me my dinner and put the music and lights machine on to keep me company. Ma says its funny when I watch television. I like the lighted box.

Then, they tell me “No parties!” and “Guard the house.” I swear they have me confused with a dog sometimes. Do I look like a party animal? I mean seriously.

They stay gone forever and then I meet them at the door when I hear the noisy thing outside. I don’t like the noisy thing ’cause it takes my people away and sometimes takes me to see Dr. Kim.

Anyway, I hear the noisy thing and I meet them at the door. Doh! I shouldn’t do that. It probably reinforces the idea that I’m a dog. Must stop that.

But I can’t help it. They’re gone forever and I need a snuggle. Don’t you dare tell them I said so! There is after all a routine and cuddle time is part of the routine…they just need to think it’s their idea.