I KNOW. Where have I been? I know the whole interwebnet has been asking themselves where I am and sending emails to check I’m okay. Thanks both of you everyone!
It’s relatively quiet at Three Cats Towers at the moment. I’ve been enjoying some time outside singing with the sparrows, which leads to Paul trying to get me to say “I am a cat and a demon, not a sparrow” but I do NOT do it. Why can’t I be a sparrow? I so enjoy singing with them and I know they like my company, cos when I go outside to join in their chorus, all of them rush out of the tree REALLY fast to tell their friends I’ve arrived!
That aside, nowt to report. It’s been at least a week since a new toy was bought, but I’m told the humans are going shopping this very noon, so I’m expecting a big, fat apology toy. I’ve also been peeing on the bed quite a bit recently, and the FUSS they make over it, it’s really quite embarrassing for them. Austin was all like “hey, Donncha, why do you pee on the bed?” and I just gave him an uber cool look and said, “cos I can.”
Actually, most of the time I can’t, but it sounded cool. I can’t because whenever I within a three foot radius of the humans big bed, I’m being watched by either one or both of them. And if I so much as think about peeing, they’re all over me and throwing me in the bathroom, while yelling the always-boring “DON-A-CHAAAA” which, FYI, so doesn’t bother me anymore. And it’s not fair, cos sometimes I just wanna sit on the bed, not pee on it, but it’s like they don’t trust me no more or something.
Humans = weird.
Also, I totally chased Austin for an hour this morning – hee! In the end he got fed up of me and smacked me really hard on the nose, but I know – and he knows, deep down – who really won this morning’s confrontation: ME!
March 10, 2008 at 3:16 am
Hey, Donncha, It’s Minnie sneaking onto my mom’s computer. I don’t do that ’stuff in the bed’ trick – my big sister Pearl has dibs on doing ‘other stuff in the bed’ at the moment, and she gets in enough trouble for that. But I do like to sneak up on Baby Mary (who’s older than I am by years, ya’ know, but still acts like a big ole baby, AND she weighs 15 pounds and I weigh about 5) and I like to scare her. I’ve actually knocked her over a few times, so now if she sees me close to her tiptoeing she starts hissing and talking such ugly words. I don’t know why our mom fusses at me, ’cause I’m not saying the ugly words. Humings just don’t understand very well, do they.
Minnie
March 10, 2008 at 8:36 am
Minnie, you SO get my pain. Sounds like Baby Mary makes as big a fuss about being… erm, played with… as my stupid sister does.