Well my last post was such fun! Look at all the comments and the funny new friends that stopped by to play. I even thought of another one myself, prompted by Victor Tabbycat’s pedigree question – You might be an alley cat if you’ve only heard of “Pedigree” as a type of pet food.
So after a couple of months in the cat blogging world I’ve really expanded my contact with the world in many positive ways and a couple of not completely positive ways too:
- On the positive side I’ve met new friends, humans and kitties. I’ve had kitties stop by from as far away as England and Taiwan. I asked Mommy where Taiwan was and I suspect she didn’t exactly know because she tilted her head to the side and got that cute glazed look humans get when they’re thinking. “It’s in the Far East.” She said, looking rather pleased with her non-specific answer. “How far east, farther than the end of the cul de sac?” I asked, hoping for another head tilt. Turns out it’s a whole lot farther, although again, I suspect she really had no idea how far east it really is. I cut her some slack though as she’s directionally challenged.
- On a positive and negative front - I think I finally have proof my parents are stingy. Angus had a post showing a full basket of his toys. There were things in there I’d never even dreamed possible (sparkly jingle balls, feathery chase toys, too many to even comprehend really) my mind boggles and my paws twitch when I dream about it. So I’m preparing my case and plan on demonstrating that a trip to the pet store for new toys is required – and while they’re at it I want to see what this “stinky goodness” that our friend Max and others speak of is all about too (I suspect it’s more than just tuna and may even involve a fancy feast).
- On the negative side - I see some of the kitties out there aren’t feeling their best and I was sorry to hear that. On a more alarming trend personally, I overheard this from the mouth of my own mother “Fin seems a little quiet this week maybe she isn’t feeling well, do you think we should get her “checked out” by the V.E.T.?” Well that kind of talk has to be nipped in the bud. First I get “checked out” by my parents all the time, there’s no need for professionals to get in on the action. Second maybe I’d be less quiet if I had new toys to play with. Third maybe a good meal of something stinky would make me more energetic. Fourth it’s like a hundred and eighty degrees outside and my parents aren’t particularly peppy either.
Now I’ll have to spend the week finding the delicate balance between healthy friskiness and proving my case that new toys and new fresh treats are in order.