Bad Luck

They say I'm bad luck . . . . I don't know what they mean.  I've got good luck.  I WAS at a house with grabby kids and a really big loud dog so I just climbed over the fence until I found a place I liked.  NOW I live with this nice tall guy called Art.  He doesn't have any kids or dogs and HE actually chases away any other cats that try to get my food. I make sure they leave the yard, though . . .make sure they know we mean business.  

Bad luck . . .  huh!  Seems to me luck is what you make of it.

The Lap

There is was, out in the garden. A napping spot, a lap. The garden was a little damp so I thought, why not. Suddenly Judy is calling to Laura, "Quick get the camera! You've got to get a picture to prove it really happened". She just sat there trying not to move, not touching me. She knew I could leave any second. I held her hostage for more than an hour. I could have gone longer but they finally cried "Uncle", picked me up and went into the house for lunch.

It's not like I've never been on her lap before. I spent a lot of time on her lap when I first moved into their yard and invited them to live with me. But now I mostly sleep on the couch, the dining room table, or some other inanimate object. Maybe it was a hustle, but I wasn't the only one doing the hustling. After a month of free reign living and carousing in their yard and neighborhood, I find myself neutered and staying in ALL NIGHT!

Mornings are good

Silly Biddy.  Mornings are good.  Rugs are flat waiting to be rumpled . . good.  Mom wears the blue robe with the belt hanging for me to chase . . .good.  Grey and white cat visits on other side of screen . . .good.  What's not to like?  Mornings are good.

Silly ole Biddy.

Miss Mew Mew Rants

Mornings are the worst.  That dork runs about like Moms hidden treats throughout the house like Easter eggs.  The floor isn't a safe place to be.  Maybe one of these days he'll hit that screen door, it'll open, and I can just nose that door shut behind him.