I loved this updated version of Goldilocks! Who is sitting in the cat’s chair? The mouse!
This would be a great bedtime story for the little ones. I love the drawings of the unhappy cat and the contented mouse.
Two cats and a dog think they share my bed. The cats pretty much are only there when I am not, but the dog will go up any time, as long as the kitties aren’t in her spot.
Today, it was time to put the sheets back on the bed. I sent the dog to the garage. I kicked one cat off the bed. The other cat decided she was going to help with the sheet changing by sitting in exactly the same spot where she was sitting. No. No you aren’t. I called for human help, since that cat doesn’t like me at all.
I use a sheet scrunchie, which holds the fitted sheet onto the bed. It works great, but is a pain in the neck to get on the bed. The first difficult part is figuring out which end is the bottom of the sheet, so that I can attach the scrunchie to it. Then fitting the scrunchie around the mattress isn’t so easy.
I got the bottom of the sheet on the bottom of the mattress and was pulling it up to do the top part. A human helper decided that the dog wasn’t going to hurt anything, so she let her in. Molly decided it looked fun, so she jumped on the bed and all of the work I had done came undone.
I got the dog out, finally. Then the cats came back to help.
I decided to quit for a while until they whole group decided there was anything more fun to do.
I described the scene to a friend and he said it seemed like a makeshift wrestling ring. It sure felt like it. Thankfully, no one was recording it.
The cats decide to have a midnight snack quite often. We have kibble in a kitty puzzle for them to work at. I can usually hear them going for a snack, but I don’t usually see it.
I caught Mini attempting to get food the other night. She was dipping her paw into the puzzle and throwing kibble onto the floor. Then she was eating the kibble from there.
The sound of her throwing the kibble to the floor made it sound like it was raining kibble. I think she was doing it just to disturb the quiet of the room.
Usually, I know generally where the cats are when I’m traveling to the bathroom. Usually, they are guarding the cat food, just in case someone might decide to feed them, randomly. Maybe they are trying to keep the kitchen chair warm. Or hoping something will jump out of the recycling bag at them.
Last night, I saw Mini right away. She was wandering around, minding her own business. I didn’t see Inky, so I suspected she was in the bathroom. I was on high alert. She’s jumped out of the litter box at me so many times that I was expecting it. No. She wasn’t there.
I was finishing up in the bathroom, and suddenly Inky popped out of the shower at high speeds, pushed past me and ran out the bathroom door. I screamed. I knew, logically, that she would be in the bathroom, but she still surprised me.
I guess I lost that round of Hide and Seek.
My sleep intermission started around 4:30 this morning. I used the restroom and was headed back to bed. I was greeted by Inky who was politely sitting by her food bowl. She informed me that since we were both awake, I might as well feed her breakfast. I strongly disagreed. The debate was short, but I won.
I really need to get the pets watches. If they knew the time, it would be less likely that I have a 4:30 am discussion about the unlikelihood of breakfast 2 and a half hours before breakfast time. Also, I think it would be less likely that I am having a discussion with the cats if I had a full night’s sleep.
I do most of my computer work solo. I am usually either in my bedroom or in the garage. I am usually concentrating on what I am doing, and have most noises tuned out, unless the TV is too loud or the family or animals are talking. Yes, my pets talk. I’m good with the washer and dryer running. The dishwasher running doesn’t bother me. If I am into what I am doing, I don’t hear it. Even if I am directly spoken to, I just agree without registering what was said.
One day, I was working hard on reading a PDF online. I was using the mouse to scroll as I read. Someone came out to do laundry and pointed out that the wheel on my mouse squeaked. I was informed that I need a new mouse. It never bothered me before, but I asked a friend what to do about the squeak. I was told to take it apart and clean it, but it is easier to just replace it. OK, I will add that to the bottom of my to-do list.
Fast forward a few weeks. I know that the cats have been chasing something. I assume it’s a mouse. The family thinks they have heard it, but it has not been caught yet. The cats are no longer chasing anything, so I hope it has found its way back outside now that the weather is better.
Again, the family came down to work on laundry and school while I was in the garage. “What is that noise?” “Oh, it’s just the mouse.” They stared at me. I asked why they were staring. “How are you so calm when you know there’s a mouse running around, since you can hear it?” I hadn’t thought about that, but rest assured, I would not have been that calm if I was referring to an actual, live mouse. Maybe I should move the task of finding a new computer mouse up the to-do list? Maybe I should just continue to ignore the squeak? Decisions, decisions.
We have two cats. These two cats require four food bowls so that one doesn’t block all of the bowls, disallowing her sister to eat. They also have a food puzzle. The puzzle is made of several little cups attached to a dish-like base. They have to work at the puzzle to get extra food.
Inky, the one who likes to block the bowls, digs at the puzzle with gusto. She gets her paws in and throws all of the food onto the floor. Mini is smarter and comes up behind Inky and cleans the floor up so she doesn’t have to work for it. When Mini does dig in the puzzle, it’s quiet and polite and one kibble at a time.
When I’m lying in bed, trying to sleep, I can hear them digging away. I always know who it is by how noisily the kibble hits the floor. Most nights, though, Mini chooses to dig in the compost instead of the puzzle, if given the opportunity. I prefer to sleep.
I agree with all of these amazing healing powers that cats have. They don’t mention the others that come out much more often.
Cats have an amazing ability to sense if your bladder is full. They are great at telling you that it’s time for a meal. They are pointy and manage to find the most sensitive spots to step on. These aren’t healing abilities, just the natural abilities of the species.
The pets are used to a regular schedule. Around 7am, the cats are kicked out of upstairs and take their positions in the kitchen, waiting to be fed. Around 7:30 am, the dogs are brought down, separately, to empty bladders and return to bed, or join the school session, depending on the day’s plan. On the weekends and holidays, the pets don’t seem to remember that they don’t need to make sure we are ready for work.
One weekend, I was attempting to sleep in. Between my bladder and the cats, I managed to get to 8 am. At least with my bladder, I can get to the bathroom and back half awake and can sometimes manage to get back to sleep.
I was sound asleep and I felt one of the cats climb onto my bed and onto my chest. I reached out to pet the cat and found out that it was Mini. She accepted the pets and ear scratches and went away. She came back several more times before she decided that I needed motivation. I got a nip on the elbow and I decided to get up.
Who needs alarm clocks when you have pets?
Many bookstores have cats in them. If I owned a bookstore, I wouldn’t have a cat, though. Too many people are allergic to them. Plus, with the store door opening and closing all day, it might be difficult to keep a cat indoors.
If I had a cat in my bookstore, what would I name it? According to the chart below, it would be Almighty Catnip. I guess that’s a unisex name, so it would work in that sense, but can I see myself using two names to talk to my cat? Nope. It’s a cute little chart, but pretty useless for me.
Now, naming my bookstore is a different story. I’ll have to think about it. Any ideas?