The workman left. My mistress came in a rubbed me with a towel that smelled like another cat. Naturally, I masked my astonishment. Later I sniffed around at the door to the storeroom, where there has been lots of traffic, but the door has been kept closed, piquing my curiosity. I scratched at the door a bit, but no one let me into the storeroom.
In the meantime, my mistress and I have been having "Mommy-Kitty Time," and I'm purring and sitting in front of her computer where, like on the newspaper, it is difficult for her to ignore me. I have to make sure I am loved best. Her hands have the strange cat smell.
I wonder what is going on, but I'm pretty relaxed about it. Everyone is watching soccer with that awful noise in the background. Hmmmm. Think I'll go upstairs for a snack. A snack is always good. I snack all day. Dry food, moist food, treats, bring it on. Quaffed down with bottled water, of course. I think some new cat toys arrived home with the groceries, but they are still in the package. I already did catnip this morning. I am in a get-insky mood that may bring trouble if I chew on forbidden things. Onion bags are my favorite. I used to chew on fabric softener sheets after they came out of the dryer. Sometimes I ate them, and then I threw them up, causing great consternation. After we moved, the dryer sheets were no longer available. But life is good.
Maybe a nap. I can't wait to see who is in the storeroom.
Thisbe
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
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This rubbing with the towel business is for the birds, not the cats. I smell the stranger everywhere, and she does not smell good. An indoor cat, effete kind of smell. She smells FAT! I hate the storeroom. I refused food and water. I hid. So there!
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