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Just Weird

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Me. The human can’t get me to show my fangs.

Every morning and night the human brushes her fangs and bubbles come out of her mouth. I think she’s about to turn feral, but it doesn’t happen. She laps up water and the bubbles disappear. That’s weird! Only fur balls come out of my mouth and sometimes drool, when I’m snoozing. The human wrinkles her face if I breathe on her, especially after I’ve eaten something fishy. She always gives me crunchy things to finish my breakfast and dinner.

The small water bowl where the human brushes her fangs.

The small water bowl where the human brushes her fangs.

Each day I wait for her to come out of the giant water bowel where water falls from the wall, so I can have a drink. The human steps onto a mat and shuffles over to the small water bowl where she brushes her fangs, but if I’m sitting on the mat, she can’t move it. I’m no lightweight!

My toes are small, but the ones on her mitts are ginormous. It’s easy for her to pick-up and carry things, but I can only carry a toy mouse or a wriggling bird in my mouth. (The bird thing doesn’t happen much now).

I’m curious as to why humans are mostly furless, maybe that’s why they cover their bodies and hind paws with cloth and things to keep warm and toasty. If I pounce and nip her soft, chewy toes or chunky legs, the human always make a loud noise. It is so much fun, but she doesn’t think so.

Humans do strange things and are funny looking, but are always entertaining.

Miaow

 

 

 

Big Mitts and Business Spots

Me waiting to go outside.

Me waiting to go outside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before the human goes out, she always tells me to ‘be good’. That means:  don’t scratch the rugs, doona or furniture. I don’t want her to go, and will try and distract her with a game of chasey, or I’ll scratch the food cupboard door. After a treat or a sprint around the hallway and dining room, she leaves. I’ll then sharpen my claws on the rug.

Lately, I’m trying to ‘be good’, because the human has been in a fight or hurt herself somehow. She had one of her big mitts wrapped up in cloth and then later, the other one too. She had trouble leaning over to pat me and snoozes a lot. It’s hard to wake her in the mornings. The other day because she wouldn’t get up and open the back door, I had to do my business in the giant water bowl, where water falls from the wall. The human was surprised when she found ‘my gift’, and picked it up with a scooper, plopping it where she does her own business. That night, she left out a small tray with some litter—I’d rather go outside. In the morning I stepped into the tray and started kicking. Heaps of litter landed on the floor. The human wasn’t impressed.

Lots of space to do my business.

Lots of space to do my business.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Yesterday, a male human dug up a tree in the backyard, leaving heaps of freshly turned soil. ‘Purrfect!’ It’s a great spot to do my business. I’ve been back there a few times.

Miaow

Tolerant

Still waiting for the human to wake up.

Still waiting for the human to wake up.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lately before bed, the human straps long things onto her big mitts. She is not as sparky as usual, and if you’ve noticed, hasn’t been writing my blog. Every morning, I expect breakfast and wake her up. Usually, I jab her with a paw, flick the end of my tail or stick my backside in her face, but now I get no response, so I just wait for her to get up. When my belly rumbles, I stand on her chest and finally, she gets up.

When I’m not well, the human grabs me, stuffs me into that cage and takes me to see Dr Hindmarsh—not my favourite human. Maybe, she needs to see him.

I’ve tried cheering her up. The other night I was sitting outside on the window sill. I miaowed and she came running and opened the front door. Reaching out, I swiped her arm, then took off. Instead of chasing me, she yelled.

The human snoozes a lot more watching the noisy box at night. Noodle, the moggie down the road told me that like us, humans get old too. The human doesn’t race around like a kitten anymore, but I guess she has a few more years in her. She is still loud and annoying. I could be less demanding, but that’s not going to happen as I’m ‘top’ cat. She thinks I being affectionate when I sprawl out on her lap and purr, but really, her belly is squishy and comfy.

Miaow