Whee!!!! What fun it is to be alive and play! I just played with the ball in the ring and it makes such a great noise. I’m taking just a short break so I can write. It isn’t often that I have time or that the computer is free, so I must take advantage of it when it comes up.
First of all, I want to say that playing is my life! There are so many great things to play with. Besides the ball in the ring, squeaky mouseys and other things, I now have a wonderful ball that Dad brought back for me from away. I don’t know where away is, but there must be a lot of nice toys there. Maybe Dad will take me to away some day so I can see all the toys. Other things I love to play with are some little paper packages that smell nice. Mom has them on the tray on the table with the salt and pepper. She gets mad when I take them and tells me not to play with the mints. I do anyway. There also is the little brush up on the bathroom counter that smells like Mom’s mouth. It is just tiny and plastic. She gets mad about that, too. Lately, I have been trying for the cold things in the glass Mom drinks from. Once I get one out of the glass, I play with it for a while (as long as I can stand the cold of it), but then I must forget where I put it, because it is never there when I come back.
Another fun toy is the big chain that hangs down the wall of the bedroom. It makes a wonderful loud noise when I pull on it, let it go, and it bangs against the wall. For some reason, Mom or Dad will always get up out of bed and shut me out of the room when I do that. They also don’t seem to like it when I mine for their fingers under the pillows. One toy that Mom really hates is what she calls the “nuggets” that I get out of the litter box. They are fun. They are very hard and they make a nice noise when I drop them on the tile floor. Mom can always tell when I have one and she will yell at me and take it away. Mom and Dad just don’t know how to play at all.
I had an experience a little while ago. It was pretty scary. Mom went out of the roof and, of course, I dashed out after her. Something was wrong with it that time, though. It was dark, and the air around me was moving a lot and there were flashes of light in the sky. The air just made my hair stand up and it was very, very scary. I panicked, I guess, and I ran to the door, but it was closed, so I ran and jumped up on the wall that divides the parts of the roof. Mom grabbed me off the wall and took me, struggling, to the door. Before she could open it, I gave one last strong struggle and I scratched her on the leg. She didn’t even yell at me, but made sure I was in the house. She knew that I was afraid, so she didn’t do or say anything to me. I’m really sorry that I scratched her, but I was just so scared. Mom put alcohol on the scratch and then tried to comfort me. I love Mom a lot!
There was another scary time, but it was a long time ago. Mom and Dad went to away and they were gone all day. Mom got something out of the closet before they left, and I, naturally, dashed into the closet so they couldn’t see me. Then they closed the door and left. There I was, all alone in the dark. I went to the door and called out, but no one was home but Miss Patchy, and she doesn’t know how to open doors. I was very frightened and lonely, but at least I could talk to Miss Patchy. I didn’t have a litter box in there, so I had to leave something on the carpet. When Mom and Dad got home, I was frantic, and I was screaming and crying at the door. Mom looked in my room and when she didn’t find me there, she checked the closet. I was so happy to get out. Mom and Dad were upset that they had shut me in the closet and now they always check before they shut doors. Of course, I do my part by always letting them know that I am in there. As I dash in (while they are watching), I call out to let them know. I don’t ever want to be shut in there again. I’ve also been shut in the garage a couple of times. I don’t like that, either, so I always let them know I’m going out there so they don’t forget me.
Another experience that took place a while ago, was that I got outside. They will never know how, and I’m not going to tell them. It was pretty cold out there, and very dark, and I heard strange things moving. I was outside until it started to get light. When I didn’t come to breakfast, Mom started calling me and looking for me. I was very small and didn’t have a big voice, but Mom finally opened the front door, and she saw my cold, little body and quickly brought me inside. I ate my breakfast and we cuddled a little and I finally got warm. I don’t like it much outside, even though it’s not cold out there now, but maybe it’s cold only when it’s dark. Sometimes, Mom will let us go out on the patio when she is out there, and it’s very hot out there now. It used to be cold. Is it me, or is something changing in the air?
Well, I see a toy that needs to be played with, so I must dash off now.
Regards,
Mina
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Just We Two - Where Do Humans Come From?
Good morning! I’ve been awake for a while now and have eaten a delicious breakfast – all of it. I was so hungry that I actually ran down the stairs again. Haven’t done that for a while.
I’ve been pondering some things. Where DO humans come from? As I said before, I have never actually seen a baby human, so I have no idea what they look like. I had always assumed that they might look like adult humans, just not so big – like felines. I’m beginning to question that assumption. Dad says he is from Turkey. ???? I think turkeys are birds, at least that’s what Mom calls the one we eat on Thanksgiving. What do humans and birds have to do with each other? This is very puzzling. Mom says that she is from Ohio. What is an Ohio? Is it also a bird? I certainly have never seen an Ohio. I always say that I am from Massachusetts, but what is a Massachusetts? I had always thought that that is what we called the house we lived in there, but I’m beginning to wonder now. I vaguely remember my feline mom, and she looked just like any feline, just bigger than her kittens. Mina says that she remembers her feline mom, too. What is it about humans?
Mom talks about others who are also from Ohio, but some from Indiana, Chicago, Boston, California, etc. Are these all birds? Or what? Certainly Dad does not look like a turkey, as much as I can tell. He definitely is not a bird, as he doesn’t have wings or skinny feet, or feathers. But none of the turkeys I have seen have skinny feet (or any feet), and they don’t have feathers. Sometimes Mom pulls a part off the turkey and calls it a wing. She says they are delicious. Hm-m-m-m! What is going on here? Our house is called Phoenix, but I have heard Mom say that there are three and a half million people living in Phoenix. Where are they all? They certainly aren’t here in our house, unless I am misunderstanding numbers. Maybe some day Mom will explain things to me. I have a feeling that there are a lot of things in the human area that I don’t understand at all.
Here are some other things about humans that I just don’t get. Why do they persist in eating fruits and vegetables and chocolate? Don’t they know that those things are not good for them? I would never, ever eat them; they taste awful!
Why do they do what they call “going to work?” Where is work and what do they do? They call it “having a job.” All I know is that they are gone from the house for a while and then they come home. Do they go somewhere and just sit around? Do they watch TV there? Are there felines there? When Mom had two jobs, she said that she was completely exhausted and felt that she was dying. She would get up in the morning, feed us, clean our litter box, eat something yucky and then drive away. She would come home late at night when it had been dark for a while, long after our hunger had begun and she would feed us. Then she would sit in the comfy chair and turn on the TV for a little while before she would go to bed. She said that she was “wired” and couldn’t sleep right away after she came home. Cherokee and I would get up in the chair with her so that she could pet us and make us feel good. It wasn’t much fun for us when she did that; we missed her a lot. When Dad came, it was better because we had company all day and then Mom would come home at night. When she started going to work for just a little while, it was much better for us. We had lots of company then. We had our choice of Dad or Mom. That’s how it is now, and Mina and I are happy with it.
All of this brain work, this contemplation of things that cannot be understood, is exhausting me. I must take a long nap now. Perhaps I will dream the answers to all my questions.
Yours,
Apache
I’ve been pondering some things. Where DO humans come from? As I said before, I have never actually seen a baby human, so I have no idea what they look like. I had always assumed that they might look like adult humans, just not so big – like felines. I’m beginning to question that assumption. Dad says he is from Turkey. ???? I think turkeys are birds, at least that’s what Mom calls the one we eat on Thanksgiving. What do humans and birds have to do with each other? This is very puzzling. Mom says that she is from Ohio. What is an Ohio? Is it also a bird? I certainly have never seen an Ohio. I always say that I am from Massachusetts, but what is a Massachusetts? I had always thought that that is what we called the house we lived in there, but I’m beginning to wonder now. I vaguely remember my feline mom, and she looked just like any feline, just bigger than her kittens. Mina says that she remembers her feline mom, too. What is it about humans?
Mom talks about others who are also from Ohio, but some from Indiana, Chicago, Boston, California, etc. Are these all birds? Or what? Certainly Dad does not look like a turkey, as much as I can tell. He definitely is not a bird, as he doesn’t have wings or skinny feet, or feathers. But none of the turkeys I have seen have skinny feet (or any feet), and they don’t have feathers. Sometimes Mom pulls a part off the turkey and calls it a wing. She says they are delicious. Hm-m-m-m! What is going on here? Our house is called Phoenix, but I have heard Mom say that there are three and a half million people living in Phoenix. Where are they all? They certainly aren’t here in our house, unless I am misunderstanding numbers. Maybe some day Mom will explain things to me. I have a feeling that there are a lot of things in the human area that I don’t understand at all.
Here are some other things about humans that I just don’t get. Why do they persist in eating fruits and vegetables and chocolate? Don’t they know that those things are not good for them? I would never, ever eat them; they taste awful!
Why do they do what they call “going to work?” Where is work and what do they do? They call it “having a job.” All I know is that they are gone from the house for a while and then they come home. Do they go somewhere and just sit around? Do they watch TV there? Are there felines there? When Mom had two jobs, she said that she was completely exhausted and felt that she was dying. She would get up in the morning, feed us, clean our litter box, eat something yucky and then drive away. She would come home late at night when it had been dark for a while, long after our hunger had begun and she would feed us. Then she would sit in the comfy chair and turn on the TV for a little while before she would go to bed. She said that she was “wired” and couldn’t sleep right away after she came home. Cherokee and I would get up in the chair with her so that she could pet us and make us feel good. It wasn’t much fun for us when she did that; we missed her a lot. When Dad came, it was better because we had company all day and then Mom would come home at night. When she started going to work for just a little while, it was much better for us. We had lots of company then. We had our choice of Dad or Mom. That’s how it is now, and Mina and I are happy with it.
All of this brain work, this contemplation of things that cannot be understood, is exhausting me. I must take a long nap now. Perhaps I will dream the answers to all my questions.
Yours,
Apache
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Just We Two - Thoughts
Pain free at last! Did the vet do that? It doesn’t seem right that such an unpleasant experience should take away my tooth pain.
I don’t seem to sleep as much as before. Is that good or is it bad? I don’t know. I have just had a good nap, though, and I was in the office with Mom. For the first time in quite a while, I actually felt like getting up in the chair with her. I think the chair got a little smaller, or Mom got a little bigger, but it was pretty tight. I stayed for a while, and Mom thanked me for coming up, saying that it had been quite a while.
Mom calls me her “pretty girl.” I like that. She calls me “Beauty” and she calls Mina “Cutie.” Mina really kisses up by getting up on Mom’s lap, putting her front legs around Mom’s neck, kneading, purring, and burrowing her little head in under Mom’s chin. Mom just eats it up! It’s pretty disgusting, if you ask me. Cherokee used to kiss up, too. I would get up in that comfy chair with Mom and, after a few minutes, Cherokee would come galloping in and jump up in the chair. I always left after that and went to lie on the couch by myself. It didn’t seem to matter to Cherokee that I was glaring at him. He just kept on purring and putting his head under Mom’s hand so she would pet him. Completely disgusting! Mina does that little head under the hand thing, also.
Mom really tries to be fair to everyone, though. Whenever she leaves the house, she always says goodbye to everyone. Now, it’s Daddy first, then me, then Mina. I used to be first, before Daddy came. Oh well, I’m glad Dad’s here anyway. When Mom comes home from wherever it is she has been, she says: “Babies, I’m home!” It’s always nice to be recognized and appreciated. She really likes it when we come downstairs to greet her.
When we get Mom up in the morning (when it starts getting light), she tells us “good morning,” and asks us if we would like some breakfast. Kind of a silly question, if you ask me! Of course we want breakfast. We’re pretty hungry after a whole night without food. At night, she’ll call out “Supper!” and we always come into the kitchen or down the stairs to eat. A number of years ago, Cherokee and I got only wet food. Then someone told Mom that wet food wasn’t really good for us and she started feeding us dry food only. It was okay, but not nearly as good as wet food. Now she makes food for us and we get a combination of wet food out of the can, some of her homemade food, and dry food. It’s pretty satisfactory. We often leave a little dry food for later on, in case we get hungry again.
The first food she made was not that great. It had a kind of funny taste in it. She said she had cooked chicken thighs and catfish nuggets. She ground them up and then added egg and Vitamin E. Something just didn’t taste quite right. A couple of days ago, she made a second batch of food – chicken thighs and beef heart, with soft-boiled egg. Yummy! She gave Mina and me a few little slices of raw beef heart. It was so wonderful! Even Mina loved it, and she never seemed to care for raw meat. She can give me beef heart anytime, raw or cooked! I wonder what the next batch will be like.
Well, thinking of eating is making me sleepy. I need to take a nap until the next meal.
Yours,
Apache
I don’t seem to sleep as much as before. Is that good or is it bad? I don’t know. I have just had a good nap, though, and I was in the office with Mom. For the first time in quite a while, I actually felt like getting up in the chair with her. I think the chair got a little smaller, or Mom got a little bigger, but it was pretty tight. I stayed for a while, and Mom thanked me for coming up, saying that it had been quite a while.
Mom calls me her “pretty girl.” I like that. She calls me “Beauty” and she calls Mina “Cutie.” Mina really kisses up by getting up on Mom’s lap, putting her front legs around Mom’s neck, kneading, purring, and burrowing her little head in under Mom’s chin. Mom just eats it up! It’s pretty disgusting, if you ask me. Cherokee used to kiss up, too. I would get up in that comfy chair with Mom and, after a few minutes, Cherokee would come galloping in and jump up in the chair. I always left after that and went to lie on the couch by myself. It didn’t seem to matter to Cherokee that I was glaring at him. He just kept on purring and putting his head under Mom’s hand so she would pet him. Completely disgusting! Mina does that little head under the hand thing, also.
Mom really tries to be fair to everyone, though. Whenever she leaves the house, she always says goodbye to everyone. Now, it’s Daddy first, then me, then Mina. I used to be first, before Daddy came. Oh well, I’m glad Dad’s here anyway. When Mom comes home from wherever it is she has been, she says: “Babies, I’m home!” It’s always nice to be recognized and appreciated. She really likes it when we come downstairs to greet her.
When we get Mom up in the morning (when it starts getting light), she tells us “good morning,” and asks us if we would like some breakfast. Kind of a silly question, if you ask me! Of course we want breakfast. We’re pretty hungry after a whole night without food. At night, she’ll call out “Supper!” and we always come into the kitchen or down the stairs to eat. A number of years ago, Cherokee and I got only wet food. Then someone told Mom that wet food wasn’t really good for us and she started feeding us dry food only. It was okay, but not nearly as good as wet food. Now she makes food for us and we get a combination of wet food out of the can, some of her homemade food, and dry food. It’s pretty satisfactory. We often leave a little dry food for later on, in case we get hungry again.
The first food she made was not that great. It had a kind of funny taste in it. She said she had cooked chicken thighs and catfish nuggets. She ground them up and then added egg and Vitamin E. Something just didn’t taste quite right. A couple of days ago, she made a second batch of food – chicken thighs and beef heart, with soft-boiled egg. Yummy! She gave Mina and me a few little slices of raw beef heart. It was so wonderful! Even Mina loved it, and she never seemed to care for raw meat. She can give me beef heart anytime, raw or cooked! I wonder what the next batch will be like.
Well, thinking of eating is making me sleepy. I need to take a nap until the next meal.
Yours,
Apache
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Just We Two - The Dreaded Vet
Well, I just had a little nap. I find that I really don’t need to sleep as much as I used to, but I still enjoy my naps very much. I see that Pest has been filling in for me on this blog. I was grateful to her for trying to get me out of the box, but let me explain all that happened to me during this time that I was not writing.
On Monday, Mom and Dad managed to get me into the infamous box. Mom picked me up out of the bathtub where I was enjoying a little privacy. I spread out my back legs so that she couldn’t get me into the box (which was standing on its end), but Dad helped her out by holding my back legs together so Mom could put me in. Oh, I was so angry! I hate going into that box. It is a death box, although in this case that was not true.
After being so unceremoniously dumped into the box, we went out to the car and rolled away. We went to the vet’s place, but a different one than we went to last week. I think I had seen this vet before, maybe last year or sometime. That didn’t make me like it any better, though. I hissed and growled at the vet (well, actually her assistant) to demonstrate my anger and displeasure at being treated so badly. They really treated me well; I was just very unhappy to be in that box and being anywhere but home. My teeth were hurting and I was in no mood for that sort of thing.
I was there for quite a while before they tried to take me out of the box. I just would not let them. I got myself as far back in the box as I could and braced myself totally with all four legs. I growled and hissed. The vet said she was going to call Mom. When she came back, they put my box into a big clear plastic box and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, my mouth hurt a lot, even more than before, and I felt something strange in it, where one of my precious teeth used to be. They had taken some of my teeth! Did they want them for something, some sort of ritual? I just couldn’t understand. I was so sleepy that I didn’t really have time to think about it. I guess I sort of dozed off and on for a while, and then I heard Mom’s voice calling me. Oh, blessed day! I was so happy to hear her voice that I calmly let them pick up the box and take it out to the other room. There, waiting for me, were Mom and Dad. Happiness!! Dad carried me out to the car and off we rolled, until I could smell home.
Seeing the inside of my home made me feel much better, but my mouth still hurt quite a bit. I let Mom take me out of the box, but I just wanted to lie down and sleep. When she called us for supper, I went into the kitchen, wobbly as I was, but I didn’t seem to be hungry. Not long after that, Mom squirted something in my mouth and I soon went to sleep on my heart-shaped cushion on the floor.
The next morning, I ate my breakfast, since I was very hungry. I even crunched some of Mina’s dry food. That might have been a mistake, because my mouth hurt a lot after that. Mom and Dad then held me down and she squirted some more of that stuff in my mouth. I struggled and screamed, to no avail. She finally managed to get it into my mouth. Mom said that it was so stressful squirting that stuff into my mouth that she was not going to do it again. Thank goodness! I slept again after that, but when I woke up later, I felt pretty good. My mouth was feeling much better, and I felt much more awake than before. Mina wanted to play, but I still didn’t feel too much like playing.
On Wednesday morning, I felt so good that I actually ran down the stairs, keeping up completely with Mina. I felt as though I had some energy. Maybe later I will play a little, even though I have never been much for playing. That was always Cherokee’s job. I wish he was here. He always wanted to wrestle, and now I feel as though I could do that. Maybe one day Mina and I will wrestle. She is becoming a nice companion. She listens to me when I tell her things; she is eager to learn from me. It’s almost as if she considered me to be her mother.
On that note, I think I will go take a nap so that I can contemplate the happenings of this strange week.
Yours,
Apache
On Monday, Mom and Dad managed to get me into the infamous box. Mom picked me up out of the bathtub where I was enjoying a little privacy. I spread out my back legs so that she couldn’t get me into the box (which was standing on its end), but Dad helped her out by holding my back legs together so Mom could put me in. Oh, I was so angry! I hate going into that box. It is a death box, although in this case that was not true.
After being so unceremoniously dumped into the box, we went out to the car and rolled away. We went to the vet’s place, but a different one than we went to last week. I think I had seen this vet before, maybe last year or sometime. That didn’t make me like it any better, though. I hissed and growled at the vet (well, actually her assistant) to demonstrate my anger and displeasure at being treated so badly. They really treated me well; I was just very unhappy to be in that box and being anywhere but home. My teeth were hurting and I was in no mood for that sort of thing.
I was there for quite a while before they tried to take me out of the box. I just would not let them. I got myself as far back in the box as I could and braced myself totally with all four legs. I growled and hissed. The vet said she was going to call Mom. When she came back, they put my box into a big clear plastic box and then I fell asleep. When I woke up, my mouth hurt a lot, even more than before, and I felt something strange in it, where one of my precious teeth used to be. They had taken some of my teeth! Did they want them for something, some sort of ritual? I just couldn’t understand. I was so sleepy that I didn’t really have time to think about it. I guess I sort of dozed off and on for a while, and then I heard Mom’s voice calling me. Oh, blessed day! I was so happy to hear her voice that I calmly let them pick up the box and take it out to the other room. There, waiting for me, were Mom and Dad. Happiness!! Dad carried me out to the car and off we rolled, until I could smell home.
Seeing the inside of my home made me feel much better, but my mouth still hurt quite a bit. I let Mom take me out of the box, but I just wanted to lie down and sleep. When she called us for supper, I went into the kitchen, wobbly as I was, but I didn’t seem to be hungry. Not long after that, Mom squirted something in my mouth and I soon went to sleep on my heart-shaped cushion on the floor.
The next morning, I ate my breakfast, since I was very hungry. I even crunched some of Mina’s dry food. That might have been a mistake, because my mouth hurt a lot after that. Mom and Dad then held me down and she squirted some more of that stuff in my mouth. I struggled and screamed, to no avail. She finally managed to get it into my mouth. Mom said that it was so stressful squirting that stuff into my mouth that she was not going to do it again. Thank goodness! I slept again after that, but when I woke up later, I felt pretty good. My mouth was feeling much better, and I felt much more awake than before. Mina wanted to play, but I still didn’t feel too much like playing.
On Wednesday morning, I felt so good that I actually ran down the stairs, keeping up completely with Mina. I felt as though I had some energy. Maybe later I will play a little, even though I have never been much for playing. That was always Cherokee’s job. I wish he was here. He always wanted to wrestle, and now I feel as though I could do that. Maybe one day Mina and I will wrestle. She is becoming a nice companion. She listens to me when I tell her things; she is eager to learn from me. It’s almost as if she considered me to be her mother.
On that note, I think I will go take a nap so that I can contemplate the happenings of this strange week.
Yours,
Apache
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