Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Cat's Diary

How many, by a show of hands, is owned by a cat? If you have one you understand that question completely! YOUR life is not your own. For example... were my cat to keep a diary I imagine a recent entry might go something like this...



I absolutely hate closed doors.. ANY closed doors... bedroom doors... BATHROOM doors. To properly patrol the grounds, I have to have complete, unhindered access to all areas. Thank goodness we're a close family, my people and me. No need for an alarm clock, when it's time for breakfast, I'll let them know. I have found that the most effective way to rouse my people is by the sound of claws scratching at the bedroom door. (Never mind the fact that the door wasn't supposed to have been closed to begin with.) 


I have found that my male person responds almost immediately. The usual response is "yes Beanie, I'm coming". Although at times it can take a 2nd and 3rd attempt of door scratching to fully arouse him and make him actually emerge from the sleeping room and begin the morning ritual of fresh water, fresh crunchies and a can of that soft, delicious food. The training process isn't terribly long. 

However this morning, I received a most disturbing response from my male person. Upon finding the door to the sleeping room closed, yet again, I scratched quite loudly. My male person replied with "Who is it?" I was quite stunned at his response and realized he was trying to play some silly little game with me. Breakfast is a serious matter and not a time to play. After patrolling the grounds throughout the night while my people slept, THIS is the response I get? 

I simply refused to play the game. I knew he would be disappointed and even more, curious at how I was reacting. I simply walked slowly away from the door, down the hall, without any further scratches. Let's see if he likes the game I choose as he bends over to refill the water and food bowl. He will NOT be asking "who is it?"… I assure you that.

Monday, May 21, 2007

Stuffing the cat


So many teenagers today can't WAIT to move out. I've heard some plan for the move on their 18th birthday even. Are we THAT BAD of parents?? I have a 16 year old that is quite comfortable at home... and I'm glad. I shudder at the thought of him moving out. Sure, I enjoy the quiet times when he's gone overnight at times. What mother doesn't enjoy some quiet time. But to think one of those overnight trips one day will be permanent, doesn't make me giddy inside. It terrifies me. I don't want him to stay this age and never be independent. But the nurturing side of me doesn't want to lose that. I have a great relationship with my son. He says he's not gonna move out until he's 42. Okay, I'm not sure I'm going for THAT either. But he did tell me on the way to Wal-Mart the other day, he wasn't going anywhere as long as Beanie was around. (That's his 5yr old identity-crisis cat.. his 'little brother'... we'll save that info. for another post). Then it hit me! I asked him, "So you'll stay at home as long as Beanie is there?". "Yes" he replied. I think I'll have the cat stuffed.