The service around here is terrible. You can’t get a meal when you want it and the servants have all disappeared. Even when they are here you have to keep asking before they do what you tell them.
I’m getting really really hungry now – where are they? Oh there’s the gate that must be them now.
Where have you been? Do you realise what the time is? How long is it going to take for you to prepare dinner? I’m really hungry and can’t wait a minute longer.
Come on now, get to it. No don’t take your coat off first. What? No you have not got time to go to the bathroom first or put the shopping away.
I want my dinner now before you do any thing else, did you hear me NOW! Nowww
I’ll head butt your leg!! ooooooh I do like my ears tickled. What? No don’t distract me I want my Dinner!!!!
Shoes are not safe in our house – especially if they contain leather and have to be kept away from the furry one unless you want some extra decoration, but trainers etc are usually safe from curious paws.
Last night after we had gone to bed there were a few yowls from downstairs. As they didn’t persist, we ignored them and went to sleep.
Normally we will feed the furry one her supper and head straight to bed as we have learned that if we start doing something else, she will muck about and want to play so usually as long as we head straight upstairs, she will eat up and run off into the living room and settle down for the night.
As “daddy” was still downstairs when I fed her, she of course wanted to play – hence the yowls later.
When we got up in the morning, there was one of my shoes in the middle of the hallway minus the sneaker ball freshener that was in it.
After a bit of a hunt I found it under the shoe rack, out of the reach of little paws.
The cries had obviously been “Daddy – I’ve lost my ball – will you come and get it for me please?”
You see she has discovered that these balls have holes in them which she can hook a claw into and pull out of the trainer and play with and takes great delight in doing this. This usually means making sure that the trainers are positioned in such a way that the ball is right down in the toe of the shoe and she will usually then leave them alone although she thinks it is great fun to pull a shoe of the rack and play with it so that she can get her paw down the shoe and hook out the ball.
Along with her other toys, we then have to go on a hunt to find them again
Never a dull moment with a furry one in the house
Today Squeaky mouse went for a good long run.
First he ran under my chair and then he ran along the front of the sofa and tried to hide under the corner of the red throw but he couldn’t hide for long. “She” was after him, and soon he made a dash out into the hallway and then through to the kitchen but the fridge got in the way so after a quick circuit of the kitchen, he went back through the hallway and into the living room and rejoined his friends Ratty and Rattytwo by the scratch mat and all the toys.
“She” had been terrified of him when he first came to live here, sat on top of a spring he would squeak loudly whenever he was pushed and “She” would not even come into the room if he was there but watch from the safe distance of the doorway nervously. “She” had never met a squeaky mouse before and really didn’t know what to make of him.
Eventually he got off his spring and as sat quietly by the scratch mat “She” got a little braver and with a little encouragement began play with him and he became one of her favorite toys with lots of midnight games of tag around the living room with squeaky mouse shouting each time “She” caught him and tossed him in the air or chased him around the room.
Sometimes he would manage to hide for a few days under the armchair or in the kitchen until the humans realized he was missing and found him and brought him back out onto the scratch mat along with all her other toys.
When we first adopted our cat, I bought this toy for her thinking she would love to play with it – it was a little fabric toy mouse on top of a spring on a board which the cat could pat and play with and it would squeak every time it was hit.
Did “She” like it? – NO! in fact she was scared of it and would not even come into the room while it was down on the floor so after several attempts to get her to play with it “Daddy” took the mouse off the spring and just left it on the floor along with a couple of other toys – it would still squeak if you hit or threw it and eventually she became brave enough to begin to play with it on her own.
Now she will suddenly spot it amongst all her other toys and leap on it and chase and throw it around the room as she did today – We’ve never understood why she disliked it before but it quickly became one of her favorites, even looking for it if we asked her “where’s squeaky mouse?”
Cats are fickle aren’t they.