Hi friends! Finny De Floof here to give you an update on life here at the H.C. I was supposed to be retired but my days are filled with Mom supervision.
Now that she is working at home I am needed all the time. I start the day with my usual meal request and then I get Mom settled into her office. The settling requires extensive sniffing and inspecting. You'd think I would be able to rest then but no - Dad needs to be sent on his way.
I barely manage to nap balled up in the hallway before Mom wanders out of her office. If she heads for anyplace other than the restroom I follow her. You never know when a trip past the kitchen might result in a snack.
I have to remind her it's lunch time. We snuggle for a bit and then right back to it - for her. A nice long nap is in order for me. After an extended nap I like to break up her afternoon with some desk time. If I see her too focused to take a break I flop on the keyboard to send her the message.
Do I sleep in the most girly cat bed ever that she has on the edge of the desk? Rarely because it's a good foot from the real action. Now if she put the bed on her laptop I would consider it.
As soon as Dad gets home I know it's dinner time and I mewl until she turns off the computer and ends her day. After such a trying day I need a long rest. I'm afraid my supervision of her blogging activities and writing have been spotty. What's a granny to do?
Of course it's not all bad. I have snacks and snuggles on demand so I can't complain much.
From across the room I spot my prey. Like the red of the matador's
cape the color of my prey mocks me and demands my attention. My prey is
cunning, as it's heavily guarded by The Great White.
full frontal assault will only get me banished to the other room. I must
finesse this situation. I make sweet kitty face at The Great White. She
falls for it and begs me to sit on her lap. I act casual-like, as if I
am only mildly interested. She pleads - yes, I have her.
leap onto her lap and allow her to pet me, lulling her into a state of
false security. After a few minutes I stretch innocently and slowly make
steps toward my prey. Oh no, she sees me, and moves my prey just out of
reach. I settle in for more lap time and act as if I didn't notice the
movement. A few minutes more of petting and purring, and I move with
lightening speed. She didn't see it coming this time. I reach my prey
and dive in.
Victory! Bonus, it's milk!
Note: I'm willing to share, but she says my cat spit ruins her drink. Whatever, more for me.
hunting ground might be called the dining table by some, but for me,
it's the Cellophane Hunting Ground. Oh how I love my crunchy prey. It
tickles my gums.
The Dining Table is Off-Limits
for reasons I don't understand, but I love it up here for so many
reasons. I rarely stay off, if I can help it. One of the many reasons I
love it up here is that it's the drop off spot for fresh purchases. Have
you ever noticed how often fresh purchases are wrapped in fresh
As a kitten, I would nibble on regular
plastic, but as I've grown into my grannyhood, I've realized it's best
to hold out for the good stuff - true Cellophane. The very finest is
beef jerky bags (with jerky inside) and the extra crunchy variety.
my prey is whisked away quickly. I would be more upset about it, but if
swallowed it can cause some gastric distress. For this very reason I
suggest two things:
Don't eat the aluminum foil, it tears easily and isn't very tasty.
sure your human sees you crunching the Phane. They'll sprint to remove
it from your jaws and that's half the fun. Cellophane covered in cat
spit is a real turn off to the humans. Think of their disgust as a
Mom stands at the doorway, viewing the bounty within. As soon as I
hear her in the kitchen, I get very excited as I know she'll be opening
the doorway to our hunting ground. Many of you know it as The Ham Safe.
run from any corner of the house as I join her for the hunt. I can
always tell it's her, and not him, by the tentative and joyously slow
way she lingers, surveying her possible kill. The cold wind blows
through my floof, as I rest my paws on the bottom edge. I catch the
smells of all the possibilities.
"You hungry?" She asks.
"Mew! (Yep. How about a snark of ham?)" I reply.
"Nah. Too... meaty. What about cheese?"
"Mew! (Perfect! I prefer the string cheese.)"
dives down deep into the meat drawer. Her mighty paws thrusting away
the rejected options. She holds her prey up to the light. Victory. She
places her foot under my belly and unceremoniously drags me gently back
from a kill of my own. The door shuts, cutting off my own hunt.
lament the cruel injustice of it all, as I watch her try to rip into
the plastic wrapper like a bear with a picnic basket. Wait, there's
still a chance of victory for the small floofy huntress... will she make
a drop? Which do you think I want more? The cheese or the wrapper?
I thought you might enjoy a replay of Hunt Week. My girl is still an excellent huntress!
housecat can tell that it can be challenging to find things to stalk
and hunt on "The Inside." Movement is critical for a truly satisfying
kill, so I hunt the only acceptable big game in the house - Let's call
her The Great White.
Great White is delightful prey. Sure a tasty bite is always enjoyable,
whether it's during a petting session or an occasional nibble on the
calf if she takes too long to prepare my meal, but it's the hunt that's
the most fun.
I sit poised in the darkened hallway
bathroom, waiting to hear the lumbering steps of my prey. I spot my kill
as she walk by, tasty white cankles. I run in front of The Great White,
startling her and causing her to yelp in surprise. As she continues to
walk past me, I throw my front paws around the cankles and hold on tight
to try to slow down her progress. A hard bite isn't likely to bring her
down, and it's been known to end the game right where it begins, so I
resist the urge.
Will she be able to break the hold of
my paws of doom? Yes - she breaks free and scurries to the bedroom
doorway. The Great White turns to face her furry opponent. I reach up to
my full height on my back paws as I hug the doorframe with my front
paws. I slide, menacingly, down the doorframe to a pounce position.
"You think you can take me, little cat?" The Great White asks in a mocking tone.
"Mew!" I answer with confidence.
"Let's do this." She says as she darts and weaves toward me her hands waving about.
make an unexpected break for it, and run through Dad's office. I hear
her chuckle as she thinks I've run in defeat, but she has forgotten that
the office feeds into the living room and then back to the same hallway
which now lays behind her. She is still taunting me, as she waits for a
frontal attack, when I leap onto the calf from behind. I flip onto the
floor and twist to give some light bunny kicks to the leg.
got me!" The Great White squeals in horror. She reaches down and
defends herself the only way she can now, a hearty neck scritch. All is
forgiven in the happy hunting ground.
If you wanna play just post about hunting anything you like at your place this week. Happy Hunting Friends!
Okay friends time to stretch those hammy strings and compete. If you want to win a gold in this event you're gonna have to enter Cat-A-Lympics.
The first event to be accepting competitors is Cat Tree Gymnastics. If you want to be considered for the finals (and inclusion in the new book) you're gonna have to compete with the talented Zoey of the country of Island Cats.Look at the talent of this catlete!
I can hardly wait to hear what Jim and Bob are going to have to say about this!
So if you think you have what it takes to go against Zoey please send your pics to our email at megstories at cox dot net, or post them on your blog and let us know to take a look. It would be best if there were a series of pictures to tell a story (they don't have to have taken place at the same time), and tandem entries are also welcome.
Ah yes a little up close and personal floof on a Friday.
It's a bit of a weird angle.
It's been so very windy here in town, it could sweep a small grannycat away. But there are high hopes for some porch time this weekend for me and my Finny. I think my girl will enjoy it. I think she is enjoying her new pet-on-demand program.
Hey Friends! Finny here. I wanted to give you a little update on things here at the H.C.
I am doing pretty well. I gave my parents a little scare about a week ago when I decided not to eat or drink again. Luckily they knew what to do this time (IV fluids and another round of steroids) and I have rallied. Mom still worries about how thin I am, but I'm holding my own.
Mom has some cute recent photos of me that she will post later this week. I may be a granny, but I still have it.
Mom's new job is taking a lot of her time and she still feels mildly to moderately incompetent. I spend a great deal of time purring encouragement in her ear. It really helps. Today I made the big sacrifice of making biscuits on her arm while she tried to type some boring drivel. I took a little nibble of her hand when I felt she had gone on long enough. It's tiring to be an editor.
I realized that she is never going to be able to get anything done if I don't actively encourage her. I told her she needs to keep moving forward. She needs get going on the next book we had planned before I got sick.
She is starting to write Cat-A-Lympics and I've given her some deadlines I plan on enforcing. We will be asking for entries in certain events and we hope you'll all want to play along.