What My Cats Think

Hey! What's This About?

2011-08-19T13:37:00.000-04:00

So I see the big cat, that's what I call Bailey, has been talking smack about me here. Meow! I just discovered this and I'm gonna tell my side of the story.

She thinks she's so dang smart...I may act like I'm a half-wit, but hey, who's gettin' all the attention for being silly!?

Uh-oh, here she comes...more later when she's taking her 12-hour beauty nap. Bet she didn't mention she's a diva, did she?

I'm Baccccckkk!

2011-07-05T17:10:00.000-04:00

Just as I suspected, my mother turned off the dang computer when she left. There was no chance of this little kitty figuring that out so I was left to my own thoughts. I would love to update you on all that happened in the last 17 days, but alas I am a cat. I can't remember much since breakfast, except when it comes to my disdain for the grey creature called Trixie.

Yes, she's managed to remain unscathed despite my stalking and pouncing. I would do more to torment her, but my parents get a little huffy and I don't want to jeopardize my Scooby Snacks.

I think I gave my cold to my mom because she's been sick, but she did come home that way so maybe it was, wait, another feline on the airplane? Say it ain't so, she wouldn't? Nah, I could tell she missed me and "grey."

Yesterday was some sort of holiday, one which I do not care for! Both my parents were home and I heard loud noises all day and night. Not sure if that's a gun, a storm, or something else. Not that the noise scares me or the grey cat for that matter. Hmm. I guess that's something she has in her favor. I don't really think I could take her hiding, screaming, and following me all over the house because she's a fraidy cat.

Dang it. I hate I had to admit there's actually something about Trixie (oops, used that name) that I respect. Maybe I won't slap her when we get our snacks tonight. There's the garage door...must be my dad.

MEOW!

2011-06-17T15:10:00.000-04:00

It's been a whole week since my paws have been able to access this computer. My mother, the author, has been busy working on her latest project. Something called, The Aristocratic Ranch Wife, which sounds like it has nada to do with cats. Although she did mention the lady in the book loved animals and nursed a sick kitten. Maybe there is still hope for it.

Well my last weekend was pretty interesting. I've been battling a kitty cold and ended up being taken to the kitty hospital on Saturday night, well, 1 a.m. Turns out my sinuses were draining, but all that noise and not being able to breath scared the you-know-what-out of my mom.

I did get to go for a car ride and I love the car (no dog comments). I was looking out the window and saw two deer jump in front of us. Boy those things are big and fast. The doctor at the hospital was nice and they didn't do anything bad except look me over real good. The best part was when I got to go home!

Of course, the little knucklehead they call Trixie didn't even know I was gone. As my mom's Uncle Donald says, "She was right in a coma!" LOL

Mom leaves for some western conference on Monday in a place called Bismarck, North Dakota. Not sure where it is, but I think she said it was much colder than here. I'm sure glad she doesn't haul my furry carcass all over with her on these trips! I like being in my house and I would surely miss tormenting the little gray thing.

I'm not too concerned because my dad will be home with us. No doubt we'll be watching the big window where loud noises and pictures come from. I think they call it a T.V. For some reason when mom leaves, dad watches things I don't normally hear coming from that window. It sounds like someone is getting murdered and there is lots of screaming. Maybe it's was humans call a horror movie. I bet that's it--I've heard dad say that word and zombies before when I heard those noises.

It doesn't matter because none of those things bother me. I just sleep right on through them. But, that little gray nightmare looks like a Halloween cat when she hears those things. She usually hides under the bed.

Once mom leaves I should be able to get on this all the time, unless she turns it off. Ooh, it's time to stalk my prey...

The Lazy Weekend Begins...

2011-06-10T13:24:00.000-04:00

It's a lazy day for me, but come to think of it, what day isn't--I'm a cat! I do know I love weekends because my mom and dad are both home. They sure do come in and out of the house a bunch of times. What's up with that? Can't they make up their minds whether they want to stay or not?

The grey pest is being quiet today and I wonder why. It could be she's getting my cold. Or, it could be that the silly little thing stayed up playing all night and didn't have the sense to sleep!

Now she could be a dog. Did I mention she follows my parents around like a little puppy and she talks all the freakin' time! I mean, come on cat, have a little dignity when asking for attention.

Did I also mention she's not the sharpest tool in the shed? Here's why I say this--she does something wrong, like playing in the plant. There she sits with the evidence on her paws and on the floor (yes, dirt). Now, mind you, she's pretty well hidden because of her color, but what does she do? Sure enough, when mom sees her she screams "MEOW." Seriously, just keep your mouth shut and you may have gotten away with it. But nooooo. See--silly!

Okay, I'm off my "catbox" and ready to get back to my nap.

What Am I a Dog?

2011-06-09T09:35:00.000-04:00

Well, I was able to get that sunny spot, after I made like a big bad cat and growled at the grey cat. I don't like to use her name because then I have to acknowledge she's part of this family.

Anywho, back to me. As I said, my parents are really good to us and each morning and evening we get a special treat. Why we get these I do not know, but hey, I won't look that gift horse in the mouth. Heh, humans have such weird sayings. Who in their right mind would look at a horse's mouth? Ah, but I digress...

We have two bowls of food in the kitchen 24/7, so it's not like we're deprived and we only eat when we're hungry. We are both very svelte and sexy for our ages (44 and 35 in cat years)--if I do say so myself! Any Tom would be lucky to have us, but then who wants another cat?!

As I was saying, we eat well so I'm not sure why we get the treats. I suspect their slipping something in them, but then I can't see on the kitchen counter where they're prepared. I do know that sometimes I have to wait longer that usual, which makes me suspicious. I also have to wait for another reason--any guesses why?

Yep, that silly little grey cat takes her damn sweet time coming to the kitchen. I mean come on! We're getting some pretty awesome stuff and she'd rather play with a toy than be here waiting for the plate to hit the floor! Geesh--see what I have to deal with?

Now to the dog thing. My parents call them Scooby Snacks. Or they'll say, "It's Scooby-time!" What's that nonsense all about? We're not freakin' dogs, are we?

Well, all this talk about food has me hungry so I'm off to get some. Wish me luck getting down the stairs. Trixie (oops) likes to lay on them and block me, but that's another story for a different day.

P.S. Bailey's mom here. She's eating so I thought I would explain the Scooby treats. We started doing that when she was sick so we could crush her pills in them. Now, we add Missing Link and Lysine, which is really healthy for them. Plus, if they need medicine--it's super easy. That cat is too dang smart for her own good, but we love them!

Welcome to the World of Cats

2011-06-08T16:14:00.003-04:00

Since this is our first post, I think we should introduce ourselves. First, my name is Bailey and I am about seven years-old. Since I've got an Irish lass' name, my birthday is March 17.

The other cat is Trixie, who my parents insist on calling "my sister... No, we're NOT related, other than being cats, but you know humans... She's about five and has half a brain. Sorry, can you tell how fond of her I am? Anyway, she was born in July so her birthday is Bastille Day, which is July 14. Why they picked that day is beyond me, but she could soooo be French!

Normally I'll be sharing my daily musings and sometimes Trixie will butt it--like she does with everything else I do. Today however, it's all about me!

My mom and dad rescued me from the SPCA about six years ago. I was very sick for a while, but thanks to them, I'm pretty healthy.

Now, about four years ago they decided I was lonely and needed a companion. Geez, I really wished they would have asked me first. I would have told them "no thanks." Although I think I remember my dad telling my mom that maybe getting another feline wasn't a great idea. Hmm.

I was the only princess in this palace and now I have to share. So they rescued this crazy little grey cat who crashed my space. The nerve of some people! Why do humans assume that cats think like them?

Uh oh, gotta go, she's trying to take the sunny spot I just spied--more later from the catdom.