Crispy Fried Cat

Wooo. What a day. We had heavy rains today and so the door to the deck/roof was closed. The Pretty Lady was freaking out because two leaks appeared in the house. She put a bucket under one near the front door. It's kind of wierd that she did that because she knows that in our house, no bucket or water container is left un-turned. So as the bucket filled, someone, I won't mention who, would start playing in the water and turn over the bucket.

However, the real big news today is that humans have really poor eyesight in the dark. This fact almost got me cooked. At about 1:45 p.m. the power went out in our house. The Old Guy came home because it went out in his office too. The Pretty Lady was really concerned because she didn't want to miss the Bachelor. I laughed because that was in 7 hours. Well, the Old Guy and Pretty Lady went out and then came back after about 2 hours. The power was still out. Then they went to dinner and came back and they said it was dark, with no lights. I write, "they said it was dark" because to me, a cat, it wasn't dark at all. So the pretty lady went and got out the earthquake stuff . . . stuff that gives out light. This is where I got into problems. The Pretty Lady put out all of these light things. Some they carried and some they set on tables. Well, these things were pretty interesting to all of us. I saw Chow stick his nose in one of them and then jump back. That really got my attention. So I jumped up on the bedstand right in the middle of 3 of the things. Next thing I know I smell something funny. I looked around and realized I was being cooked!!!!! I jumped down and ran. The Pretty Lady said she smelled cooked cat and wanted the Old Guy to chase me around in the dark to see if I was ok. So he made a half-hearted attempt, almost killing himself in the process. Then he gave up because he could hear me scurring around. At 11:00 the power came back on and the Old Guy got up to turn off the lights. I was laying on the couch and he hugged me and gave me a scratch, looking for damaged cat-parts. I told him to just scratch and stop looking but he insisted. I growled, hissed and ran away.

Singing in the Rain

Although I have the highest respect for Chow's intelligence and experience, now and then he does some things I don't understand. For example, every morning he gets up at about 4:30 and runs outside onto the deck and roof of the house. I asked him why he does this and he said to check out the birds. Since winter just started there aren't any birds up at 4:30 in the morning. But he runs out there every morning just in case, I guess. Anyway, today was no exception. Unfortunately for him, it started to pour rain at about 4:40 when a really wierd thing happened. The Old Guy sprang out of bed, ran to the door leading outside and closed it. I guess he was concerned about water getting in the house. Then the Old Guy went back to bed. I thought about mentioning to him that Chow was out there checking out the non-existent birds but, hey, not my job. Pinot tried to get his attention by jumping on his chest, but I guess the Old Guy figured he just wanted a scratch.

At 6:15, the Old Guy got up and started to make the coffee. Now, when the Old Guy hits the coffee grinder button, we all come running because the next thing he is going to do, once he gets the coffee going, is feed us the coveted soft food. So he hits the button, looks around, and only I am standing in the kitchen. The Old Guy looked around and saw Pinot sitting at the door to the deck, looking out. The Old Guy went over to see what he was looking at, and there sat one wet Chow Mein, outside, meowing for mercy. The Old Guy let him in and he looked drenched. The first thing Chow did was run to the crunchy bowl and start eating. The Old Guy got a towel and toweled him off. Amazingly, the water was only on the outside of Chow's coat. I guess he has some kind of supercat fur that doesn't allow water in. I've actually seen this up close when he sticks his head under a running water faucet. The water literally bounces off his fur.

Anyway, Chow's inside, well fed and sleeping someplace. I've got to find him though because I just heard a nasty rumor. The cleaning ladies are coming today which means the Old Guy is going to try to lock us all in one of the bedrooms. Got to let Chow know ASAP. Bye!!!!

Hide and Seek

The Old Guy and Pretty Lady did the disappearing act again last week. Apparently they went skiing. Fortunately, they left us at home instead of sending us off to the cat asylum. The Old Guy cracks me up whenever he leaves for more than a day. He's really paranoid about us starving to death or dehydrating. So he leaves tons of food in big storage containers. I mean he leaves a months supply even though he's only going to be gone for a couple of days. And then there's the toilette thing. Even though he leaves dishes of water, he always leaves a toilette seat up so we can drink out of the toilette. He must be nuts. I'm not sticking my head in there. Yuck. Mein doesn't share my disgust. He says it's not half bad. Pinot hasn't tried it because he's afraid of falling in and drowning.

After they were gone a couple of days, they got home and with them were Marina and here family. As soon as they got into the house, Lulu and Nessi started chasing me around. So, I hid outside on the roof. Then the Old Guy got in the act. He was paranoid again, thinking I got out. So he looked in all the usual places: under the bed, in the closet, in the bathroom, under Derek's bed . . . After about a half an hour, Kevin realized that the Old Guy was starting to freak. He said, wow, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were looking for Minette. She's sitting outside on the deck watching you freak out all over the house. I love hide and seek . . . and freaking out the Old Guy.

The Toilette-Man Commeth

For the last month there has been a large box sitting in the garage with a picture of a toilette on it. This morning the Old Guy pushed and pulled the big box up the stairs while muttering some not so nice words that, frankly, belong in the toilette he was pushing. Shortly after he got the toilette box up in his bedroom, a new guy came into the house. He was there to install the toilette. We adopted our typical positions on this. Pinot followed the guy all over to see what he was doing. Chow slept. I slunk around the house so low my belly was dragging across the floor. I found a few choice hiding places and popped my head out every now and then. Finally, the Old Guy had to pull Pinot back because he was interfering with the installation. Me? I was relieved when he left.