The Great Chase

The Old Guy's usual morning routine is to make coffee, get the paper, take the Pretty Lady a cup of coffee, turn on the TV, sit down and drink his coffee and read the paper. After he sits down, there is usually some running, thumping, growling and general cat play between Pinot and Chow. Today, while he was reading the paper he heard collar bells ringing, feet thumping up the front stair case and then feet thumping on the living room floor. When he looked up Pinot was just racing off the top of the stairs and onto the top of the couch. He double taked when he saw the chasor . . . me. I finished my run going past Pinot and up the the bedroom landing. Then, I turned around and ran full speed to the front staircase and full speed down. As I ran by, Pinot jumped off the couch and chased me down the stairs. Playing chase is much more fun than I originally thought.

Good God Man, Bury That Thing!

This is a follow-up to the last blog. This morning, while the Old Guy was brushing me he said, "Geez, what stinks?" Then he took off the top of my kitty litter and there was a 4" long turd sitting on top of the sand. I think his next words were something like "Holy S..T" (hey, I'm only 2, I don't repeat language like that). Well, I'll tell you this . . . It Wasn't Mine!!!!

Pinot, if you're going to use the ladies room, at least flush!

Excuse Me, You're in the Ladys' Room!

We live in an unusual house. It has a living room, an office, a den, 3 bedrooms, 3 bathrooms and 4 kitty litters. Three of the kitty litters are in the house and one is in the garage. The one in the garage is the one I have used since I moved in. There used to be a small one in my cage, but when I got used to things the Old Guy set up a big one with a top on it, and put it next to my cage.

The Old Guy cleans the kitty litters almost every day. Today he came in with 3 big white jugs full of kitty litter. I guess he went shopping. He cleaned and refilled the 3 kitty litters in the house, which Chow and Pinot use, and then he went into the garage where he cleaned and refilled mine. Within a minute after he cleaned my kitty litter, and while he was stacking the empty kitty litter jugs he heard scratching in my kitty litter. He turned around to look. All he could see was the kitty litter with the top on it and a big orange head sticking out with a serene look on its face.

EXCUSE ME PINOT, BUT YOU ARE IN THE LADYS' ROOM!!!!!

Poachin' My Scratch

The Old Guy came home for lunch today. After he finished, he came in the garage to see if I was there. I wasn't, but when I hear him go into the garage I usually come running because I know he will either give me some food or give me a good scratch. There is a folding chair in the garage which he keeps set up near my cage. In the old days he would sit in the chair and talk to me when I was new, and later, after I had been here a few weeks, drag me out of the cage for a scratch. He still keeps the chair in the same place and when he sits in the chair I know I'll get a scratch or brushing if I come over to him. I love to be scratched and I like brushings even more, especially on both sides of my chin. It's when I purr the loudest, oh yeah, and drool.

So, he came in and sat down and I came a running over to him for my scratch. He picked me up and I laid on his lap facing away from the door purring loudly. He started to brush me. It was goooood! After a few brushings the rythym changed. He would do a few brushes and then stop for a few seconds and then do a few more and so on. Also, something smelled funny, kind of like Chow Mein. After a few minutes of brushing I looked behind me and could see Chow standing and the Old Guy was giving him a brushing in between my brushings. Wait A Minute!!!

I started to growl and tried to break free but the Old Guy held on and started to brush me faster. No Way!!! Finally he gave up and I jumped down. By then Chow was laying on his side next to the chair streched out in the universal scratching position. I stood staring at him about a foot away and growled. He just laid there and watched. Then I growled and lifted my paw. Ah Ha! That got his attention. He jumped up, kind of gave me a funny look and ran out of the garage into the house. That will teach him. No one poaches my scratch!

Who Knew It Was a Duplex?

The new, and much improved feeding arrangement is the Old Guy feeds Chow and Pinot in the kitchen and then I follow him into the garage where he feeds me . . . and closes the garage doors so Pinot and Chow can't come in and poach my food. Finally, I can eat in peace. I guess now that Chow, Pinot and I are friends, he figures that he doesn't need to play the food card to get us to know each other.

Speaking of knowing each other, my favorite place to sleep is the big doll house. I either sleep in one of the first or second floor rooms. Today, as I was laying on the second floor, Pinot came along. He jumped on the roof, which is the only place he will fit, stretched out, and went to sleep. Who knew the doll house was a duplex?

A Much Needed Vacation

This weekend I learned a few things about Chow and Pinot. First off, they like food a lot more than I do. Secondly, they are much more interested in me than I am in them. Thirdly, they are much more curious about the inside of the garage than I am curious about the inside of the house. Finally, even though I know them pretty well, they still kind of freak me out.

The Old Guy could tell I have been a little stressed. I generally won't let him pick me up in the house, only in the garage. Eating is a little tense, with the big guys on the floor, and the Old Guy having to chase me around the house and watch me eat on the counter. Last night was calm. But this morning, while Pinot and Chow were bouncing around I kind lf laid low. Finally, the Old Guy caught me but I didn't feel like eating. Also, I growled, squirmed, and gave him a tidy scratch that drew some blood. Sorry Old Guy, but I couldn't help myself. The Old Guy is pretty smart though. He said, "Minette, you need a vacation." So, he carried me into the garage and we sat down and he brushed me. I purred really loud and was really relaxed until Pinot ran in and laid down in my cage. The Old Guy had to drag him out and put him in the house, after which he closed the doors to the garage. Peace At Last!!!!! I forgot what quiet was. Last the old guy saw me, I was sleeping in my doll house.

And The Walls Came a Tumblin' Down

Lots going on here. My entry to the garage is still over the cat gate. Chow can jump the gate too. On Friday night the Old Guy was doing something in the garage. I decided to join him, so I jumped in over the gate. Then Chow decided to join us. Up and over. Well, poor Pinot was standing outside the gate looking worried. The next thing we knew, he was climbing the gate. Keep in mind it's only about 30 inches tall. He was climbing it like it was a mountain wall, one inch at a time. Well, I guess all the times Chow and I had jumped the gate had loosened it from the doorway, and also, well, Pinot is a bit of a plus size. As Pinot got close to the top, the gate gave way . . . timmmm----berrrrrrr. In crashed the gate with Pinot on it!!!! He was ok, I mean it was a fall of about 12 inches. But, we all freaked of course.

More news. Today the Old Guy took the gate down. The two garage doors to the house are always open so we all play in the garage whenever we want.

Now that there is no cate gate the Old Guy decided to feed all of us in the kitchen which is where Chow and Pinot used to eat before I came along. I guess the Old Guy was concerned about whether I would eat there or not. So he held me while he served up the food, and I got to eat . . . on the counter top!!! Wow, no cat gets to eat on the counter. I heard the Old Guy tell the Pretty Lady . . . "Don't tell the kids I'm doing this, they'll think I've gone crazy."