You just never know what my people will think of next. What are they thinking anyway?
They brought a tree into the house. Can you believe it? Like there are too many outside? So they had to bring one in? What's with that?
Not only is it in the house...but it has stuff all over it! Strange stuff. Stuff that I have not seen for many, many sunrises. There are lights and dangly things on it. They are fun to play with...the dangly things, that is, not that lights. The lights are hot when they shine. But they don't shine all the time...just sometimes.
I like to bat at the dangly things...you can see more of them at www.zonab2.com. My peole have some funny looking things out on the front lawn, too. The things on the lawn light up at night...for a while...but not all night. Strange, don't you think?
There are lots of strange happenings in my house. Sure do wish my people would ask me if I want all this mess in my house. But do they ask? No-o-o-o-o. They act like they own the house instead of me.
At least I still get to sleep in the warm bed with my person. It sometimes gets too hot and I end up sleeping on top of the covers. Lately though, I have slept most of every night under the covers. The cold weather has come. When will it go away?
Cold makes me hurt...just like my person. She does not like cold either. So she has special warmers to keep us warm. Check them out here at www.zonab2.com. She says that if her neck and shoulders are warm and relaxed, she does not hurt as much from the fibromyalgia. I don't want her to hurt...so I am glad she has a way to stop the hurting. Hurting is no fun, is it?
Time for my nap...until next time...stay warm and dry!
Neko
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Saturday, December 3, 2011
Wow! What a Busy week! Too Tiring for This Kitty!
Neko here...again...still.
My days do not vary all that much. I sleep on the bed with my person...unless it is cold...then, I sleep under the covers with her. I wake up and want her to show me my food about 4:30 in the morning. She usually ignores me. So I bat at her face with my paw. If she does not get out of bed, then I pat her face again...this time with a bit of claw, too. At that point, she usually covers her head with the blanket or rolls away from the bedside table I am sitting on. Sometimes, this goes on for about an hour...until there is an obnoxious noise from the other bedside table. It always scares me and I jump down and run under the bed. I sit very quietly and wait. Sometimes that awful sound happens again. I just hold really still waiting to see what happens next.
About that time, the other person in my person's bed sits up and reaches over to the bedside table and does something. The obnoxious noise always stops when he does that. I wait until I know it is safe and go into the bathroom to say "good meow-ning" to him while he is shaving. I have a lot of fun interfering with what he is trying to do. I play in the water that comes out of that thing above the white, cool "bed." Sometimes there is just a slow drip of water. Other times water gushes out of it. The water is usually cold..but sometimes, especially when he is trying to shave, it is hot. It amazes me that different water comes from the same stream. It's just not natural, ya' know?
Then, I go have breakfast...but I make sure that someone has to show me where the food is. Of course, I already know. But I want them to feel important. I hear it is good for their self-esteem...whatever "self-esteem" is...?
After that, I go outside and check out the temperature, the loose dirt, and the precipitation...that is, how cold and wet or how hot and wet it is...and I go potty while I am there. Then, I come back inside and go see if my person is awake yet.
By that time, she is often in the bathtub....so I meow at the door until she opens it and lets me in. I like to sit on the side of the tub and bat at the bubbles with my paw. The water is always warm and I like to take a drink of it. Sometimes, I even stand with my front paws on her leg and drink for a while.
Once she gets out of the tub, I "help" her put in her contact lenses. When she puts the plug in the white "bed," I "help" by taking it back out again. She seems to find that amusing. I like to see her smile.
By then, I am getting tired again...and I find a good place to nap. One of my favorite places is in the big soft chair in front of the square screen with the pull-out shelf in the front. Whenever my person sits there, she usually stays for a long time. I will share the chair with her any time she wants. I get the back. She sits in the front where she can reach the black buttons on the pull-out shelf. I snooze. She presses keys. We get along fine.
After while, she leaves the house with her red bag over her shoulder and her car keys in her hand. She is usually gone a long time. That happens five or six sunrises in a row...then, she does not leave the house at all for a sunrise or so. Or if she does leave, she comes back in just a short while. I like it when she is home all day. But it does interrupt my nap schedule...and wears me out.
Last week, she was out the door early only three sunrises in a row...then she was home for three sunrises in a row. Very odd behavior, indeed. The other odd thing that happened was that the other people in the house were home most of those days, too. They were standing up and moving around in the room with the big white high perch...the one with the doors on the front ...that is really cold on the inside. They kept putting things in and taking things out and putting them on the counter.
Now, the counter is an interesting place. They think that I am not supposed to be on the counter...and I know that. When my people are all gone or in the other room, if there is something interesting to look at, or if that is where the sunbeam is, or if I am simply curious, I get up there anyway. It IS my house, after all.
The counter was full of all kinds of things...food, pans, bottles, boxes, cans, and machines that made lots of noise. The people were busy all the time, reaching, pouring, stirring, running the noise machines, putting things into the hotbox, and turning off the obnoxious noise when it came on. Then, they set some things on my table. They didn't even ask permission. They just put it there and pretended it was okay with me without even asking.
Then, all of a sudden, more people came. There were loud voices and I ran and hid. As I peaked out from behind the couch, I saw my person hugging the newcomers. Everyone talked at once. The noise was deafening. I wanted to go outside...but no one was paying attention to me. I went off into the other room and ignored them all.
Soon they were all in the "front window" room. That is my favorite place to look out the window at the front yard. There is a big, long table in front of the windows..perfect for stretching out and watching the neighborhood.
The people were all sitting in chairs around my table. There were lots of things on the table...with great smells coming from them. Again, everyone was talking and laughing at once. Lots of noise...but it was happy noise. I could hear them even from my person's bed. They had really lots to say. I guess they had to say it loud, too.
After while, the extra people left by the front door. My people were back in the busy room...putting food in the cold box. The hotbox was no longer hot. The voices were back to normal and I was wiped out.
I guess it is a good thing that Thanksgiving comes only once a year, eh?
Nap time.
Neko
See my picture here
My days do not vary all that much. I sleep on the bed with my person...unless it is cold...then, I sleep under the covers with her. I wake up and want her to show me my food about 4:30 in the morning. She usually ignores me. So I bat at her face with my paw. If she does not get out of bed, then I pat her face again...this time with a bit of claw, too. At that point, she usually covers her head with the blanket or rolls away from the bedside table I am sitting on. Sometimes, this goes on for about an hour...until there is an obnoxious noise from the other bedside table. It always scares me and I jump down and run under the bed. I sit very quietly and wait. Sometimes that awful sound happens again. I just hold really still waiting to see what happens next.
About that time, the other person in my person's bed sits up and reaches over to the bedside table and does something. The obnoxious noise always stops when he does that. I wait until I know it is safe and go into the bathroom to say "good meow-ning" to him while he is shaving. I have a lot of fun interfering with what he is trying to do. I play in the water that comes out of that thing above the white, cool "bed." Sometimes there is just a slow drip of water. Other times water gushes out of it. The water is usually cold..but sometimes, especially when he is trying to shave, it is hot. It amazes me that different water comes from the same stream. It's just not natural, ya' know?
Then, I go have breakfast...but I make sure that someone has to show me where the food is. Of course, I already know. But I want them to feel important. I hear it is good for their self-esteem...whatever "self-esteem" is...?
After that, I go outside and check out the temperature, the loose dirt, and the precipitation...that is, how cold and wet or how hot and wet it is...and I go potty while I am there. Then, I come back inside and go see if my person is awake yet.
By that time, she is often in the bathtub....so I meow at the door until she opens it and lets me in. I like to sit on the side of the tub and bat at the bubbles with my paw. The water is always warm and I like to take a drink of it. Sometimes, I even stand with my front paws on her leg and drink for a while.
Once she gets out of the tub, I "help" her put in her contact lenses. When she puts the plug in the white "bed," I "help" by taking it back out again. She seems to find that amusing. I like to see her smile.
By then, I am getting tired again...and I find a good place to nap. One of my favorite places is in the big soft chair in front of the square screen with the pull-out shelf in the front. Whenever my person sits there, she usually stays for a long time. I will share the chair with her any time she wants. I get the back. She sits in the front where she can reach the black buttons on the pull-out shelf. I snooze. She presses keys. We get along fine.
After while, she leaves the house with her red bag over her shoulder and her car keys in her hand. She is usually gone a long time. That happens five or six sunrises in a row...then, she does not leave the house at all for a sunrise or so. Or if she does leave, she comes back in just a short while. I like it when she is home all day. But it does interrupt my nap schedule...and wears me out.
Last week, she was out the door early only three sunrises in a row...then she was home for three sunrises in a row. Very odd behavior, indeed. The other odd thing that happened was that the other people in the house were home most of those days, too. They were standing up and moving around in the room with the big white high perch...the one with the doors on the front ...that is really cold on the inside. They kept putting things in and taking things out and putting them on the counter.
Now, the counter is an interesting place. They think that I am not supposed to be on the counter...and I know that. When my people are all gone or in the other room, if there is something interesting to look at, or if that is where the sunbeam is, or if I am simply curious, I get up there anyway. It IS my house, after all.
The counter was full of all kinds of things...food, pans, bottles, boxes, cans, and machines that made lots of noise. The people were busy all the time, reaching, pouring, stirring, running the noise machines, putting things into the hotbox, and turning off the obnoxious noise when it came on. Then, they set some things on my table. They didn't even ask permission. They just put it there and pretended it was okay with me without even asking.
Then, all of a sudden, more people came. There were loud voices and I ran and hid. As I peaked out from behind the couch, I saw my person hugging the newcomers. Everyone talked at once. The noise was deafening. I wanted to go outside...but no one was paying attention to me. I went off into the other room and ignored them all.
Soon they were all in the "front window" room. That is my favorite place to look out the window at the front yard. There is a big, long table in front of the windows..perfect for stretching out and watching the neighborhood.
The people were all sitting in chairs around my table. There were lots of things on the table...with great smells coming from them. Again, everyone was talking and laughing at once. Lots of noise...but it was happy noise. I could hear them even from my person's bed. They had really lots to say. I guess they had to say it loud, too.
After while, the extra people left by the front door. My people were back in the busy room...putting food in the cold box. The hotbox was no longer hot. The voices were back to normal and I was wiped out.
I guess it is a good thing that Thanksgiving comes only once a year, eh?
Nap time.
Neko
See my picture here
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