Cat\’s Eye View

One of the joys of ruling the house is when you can convince your people to modify things to suit you. Recently Ma began working in her office again. I tried at first to convince her this was a bad idea as it meant she was moving further away from me when I needed my morning rest.

However, since she seemed dead set and determined to use the office, I decided to go along with her plan. However, there were absolutely no good key seats in the office. This needed to be remedied.

I first showed my disdain by playing in the blinds. This got me scolded.

Then I tried walking across my desk back and forth stepping on keys in making sure to interrupt what she was doing. This got me scolded.

Finally, I laid in the floor in a bit of sunshine, rolled on my back, and squeaked incessantly to let Ma know that I needed her attention. It’s funny how easy they are to manipulate when you’d simply act cute.

Shelves were rearranged and blinds pulled up so that now I can sit in the window and watch the birds in the bush outside while Ma taps away at the computer. Once again, I understand how easily the cat rules the house.

When I first moved in with Ma and Da, I used to be allowed to play in the room with the desk and all the windows.  It was a very fun place and I used to sit there on the desk when Ma was working.  But then Mr. Nick moved in and I wasn’t allowed in that room anymore.

For the last few days, Mr. Nick has been taunting me, leaving the room open and then telling me that I wasn’t allowed in still. That’s not very nice, is it?

Today after he left, my Ma said I could go in and look around. It still smells like Mr. Nick in there so I had to start making it kitty-scented.  I started with the low spots, the wall and the edge of the closet.

Tomorrow when Ma goes to work tomorrow, she said I can go back to sitting on the desk and cuddling in the cubbyhole. Then, all’s right with the world.

As you read this, I will be happily sleeping alongside Ma on her futon,with no visitors in my living room, no one sleeping on the couch, no one moving my bed to someplace other than where it goes.  Last night, I could snuggle with my people with no witnesses, no loud noises and no irritations.

My drum set for Rockband 2 is back in the corner where it belongs, clearly meant as a jungle gym for this kitty and not for some flailing human to hit with sticks. Mr. Nick is moving out of the back bedroom and all is right with the world. Well, mostly. Da is feeling bad today. Something clogged his ear and made it hurt. He called it a ‘fection and said he ahs to go to the vet.

I hope the vet is nicwer to my Da than she is to me. Seems like every time I go she wants to give me a shot, or take my temperature (shudder!). Ma said the vet is closed today so Da will have to wait until Monday. Da seemed disappointed that he can’t go to the vet. Silly Da!

So I figured I’d try that nursing thing Lady Carmel mentioned, but well, it doesn’t seem to be working. I’m watching over my Da and making Ma fetch him medicine and cool water, but he seems so unhappy. I worry for my Da!

Anyway, I’m off to check on him now and then I’ll be running between my perch in there and my perch in here watching my Ma. It’s so good to be alone!

For the past few weeks, for the “holidays”, Ma and Da have had a ton of company. It’s been one guest after another and party, party, party.

Now, I am about to put my paw down.

Seriously, my bed has been moved, shuffled and scrunched. Dinner time has been variable based on the when the people are eating. Hello! Fish time is 6 p.m. not 7:45 or 5:25, though the later is more acceptable.

Last night, the people were here long after sleeping time, past the nightly rips and well into I should be stalking the house alone time. I think some of them left at like 3 a.m.! Can you imagine, interrupting my sleep for that long?  Kitty naps begin just after fish time, with a short break for play at 8, then put Ma to bed at 11, rips about 12:15 a.m. and the house to myself by about 2 a.m.

Technically, I’m watching over my people at that point. They let me sleep during the day and I watch them at night. I swear it’s like putting toddlers to bed. Last night, it was all “Happy New Year” and “Let’s play another game” and “Get me more wine.”

And, just before the yelling and kissing, they opened bottles that made bad noises and I had to hide from them…

So, I would officially like to say…”Thanks for visiting, now go away…”