I’ll bet you’re thinking…..where’s Shoko, she usually does one of the posts on the weekend? Shoko is on a summer cruise at Cat Scouts. She got up this morning and scared the bejeebers out of me with this:
My furs stood on end and I was speechless! I’m sure she saw the terror in my eyes as she snorted about, laughing so hard. Not very ladylike Shoks! Then she was off for her cruise.
I then began posing for my selfie. No, no…I had one eye open and it was a laser eye. I took a couple more pictures with devastating results.
Then what did I see but the biggest sun puddle on the top bungalow of the condo. I don’t remember much after that except clicking the remote. There you have it, me in a sun puddle and boy was it warm and toasty.
From here, jog on over to The Cat on My Head and view all the other anipals posing for some gorgeous selfies. Click on the hosting blogs name and you’re on your way. May you find happiness in the smallest of creatures. Don’t let your sister play smacky paws with it.
Morning Kali. *Yawn* Super nap. It’s wonderful up here. Is there anything nicer than a pile of clothes to snuggle into and keep warm? Ya, but Shoks, the clothes haven’t been washed yet….they’re dirty. You know mom and dirty…nothing’s ever very dirty around here….not even you or me. So what’s got you up and into the laundry room Kali….you never come in here? I heard mom talking to dad about a pet stroller. I never heard of a pet stroller….is there such a thing? Do they put pets in the stroller instead of kids? I would like to see the terrier down the street in a stroller…MOL MOL MOL It’d be hilarious! No Shoks, the stroller will be for us!
What? For us? No way is anybody getting me in NO dang stroller!! I ain’t nobody’s baby….geesh!
This sucks! I don’t think so Shoks. I’d love a ride in a stroller…my feet and hips wouldn’t hurt . What? You mean you don’t care if Cow Kitty calls you a wimp? You know how embarrassed you were when he called you a mean white furball to his friends. That was just rude Shoko….typical of a growing dudecat that can’t get a rise out of me any other way.
Mom…oh mom I heard from Kali that you’re planning on getting a pet stroller for us…..is this true? Whatdaya mean by aha? I’m no baby and don’t want to be pushed all over the neighbourhood with my friends giggling behind my back.
Let’s forget the whole idea mom…ok? No….you think Kali really needs the help? You lost me mom. All I hear from you now is yada, yada, yada! It’s not fair…this sucks big time.
C’mon Kali let’s mellow out and relax….mom can be so stubborn.
At least the stroller’s not here yet….that means we have more time to change mom’s mind.
Can we talk? I want to talk about dining habits friends. So sit down and pull up a blankie.
Shoko and I were having fun at meal time. See, mom would leave down our dry Siamese cat food all day and we would fill up on the crunchy goodness. Come time for our meal of wet food, we weren’t all that hungry so would play games with mom. Like take a taste and back away in horror. MOL It got to be a real fun game. Shoko and I would try and outdo the other with our reactions. I would gag and Shoko would look at mom like, “If she’s going to be sick eating this cwap, I’m not having any of it.” and walk away with her head held high. We continued on this way for awhile all the time meowing at mom’s expense.
Then one morning a little bit before breakfast I got up to partake of this crunchy goodness. There was no food bowl on our placemat! I ate the odd piece that had fallen out onto the mat. Dang! I was still hungry. Shoko sleepily staggered over for some crunchies too. Friends we were ticked! We decided that we would tell mom about this injustice and have her put our crunchies down. So we decided one of us would approach her and let her know we’re starving out here, while she is snoring away. I went into the bedroom and ran up my stairs meowing all the way. Mom looked at me through bleary eyes and muttered, “Che che nog nog.” What? That doesn’t make sense. I smacky pawed her shoulder several times to which she replied the same. OK Shok your turn. Shoko smacky pawed mom’s arm and then ran around her pillow, finally settling on the top of the pillow. No response. So we waited for her to wake up.
Finally mom woke up! We both tried to tell her about this absurdity with our dry food. Mom and us sauntered out to the kitchen where mom still didn’t put down our dry crunchies but opened a tin of wet food….our favourite really…..a Fancy Feast beef flavoured tin. We were starving to death before her eyes, so we dug right in. Hey, this wet food tastes pretty good. Seems our eating habits are changing. Dry food vacates the placemat 3 hours before wet food time. We still are miffed at the change but as you can see we eat our FF beef flavoured without the dramatics,