I haven’t yet had time to play today. I just finished breakfast a short time ago and had to take a little nap before playing. I lay in the office window and slept off breakfast.
I would like to talk about something strange that happened the other night. We were all sitting in the living room, watching television. I can’t remember what was on, but I think it was just changing all the time, the way it does sometimes when Dad has the little box in his hand. Anyway, we were just sitting there and Mom and Dad were talking, when all the lights went out. The television went out, too, and the ceiling fans stopped. It was a little scary, but Miss Patchy and I could see okay. I’m not sure about Mom and Dad. Dad stayed on the couch, and Mom walked slowly into the kitchen. When she came out of the kitchen, she had some sort of a stick in her hand. When she made the stick click, light came out of it. It made a little circle of light on the floor, or on the wall, or wherever it settled. When Mom got back to the living room, she lit a candle and there was some light in the room then. I found it all very odd. Why didn’t they just turn on the lights and the television? There must have been some sort of reason why.
After a few minutes of sitting in the light of the candle, Mom told Dad that she was going to go upstairs on the roof to see if everybody’s lights were off. The little circle of light from the light stick went up with her. I ran up after her and managed to dash out onto the roof before Mom could stop me. It was very exciting! There was a really bright light coming down from the sky. Who needed lights? Mom looked around and said that everybody’s light were off except for some way off, where she could see some lights. I couldn’t see, because of the wall. I was going to go up on the wall to see what I could see, but Mom grabbed me and took me back inside before I could do so.
We went back downstairs and Mom and Dad talked some more. Mom said they might as well go to bed, since they couldn’t watch television or read or anything. She said they could talk in the dark in bed just as well as in the dark in the living room. It had been dark for quite a while by then, so they went upstairs and got ready for bed. Mom turned off the switches on the cords in the office, turned off the cold air machine, and turned on the light switch for the shower light. They weren’t in bed for long before the shower light came on. Mom got up and turned on the cold air and turned off the shower light and the two of them went to sleep.
Why did the lights go off? Will I ever find out? Did Mom or Dad do something? Why were all the lights off when Mom looked around from the roof? Where does the light come from anyway? All I know is that someone clicks a switch on the wall and there is light. I have asked Miss Patchy, but she doesn’t know either. She also said she didn’t really care, just as long as there is light and she is comfortable and gets good food. I certainly appreciate all those things, but I am really curious about the missing lights. Mom said something about electricity and power. I don’t know what that is, but it must have something to do with the lights. I guess I will have to let it go for now, since no one seems to be able to explain it to me.
Another strange thing happened yesterday. I found the balloon. It didn’t run away after all. It was just hiding, probably embarrassed because it was getting small. It looked as though it might be fun to play with since it was smaller, so I jumped on it, intending to pick it up. Well, it made a loud noise and turned into a little piece of plastic. That scared me. What happened? Another mysterious event! The world is just full of strange, unexplainable things. Dad threw what was left of the balloon in the garbage, along with the string that was attached to it. Maybe another balloon will come to visit us some day.
Mom got mad at me yesterday. She went into the office in the morning and found that I had pulled a skirt off a hanger. She has several things hanging on a hook on the door. I just can’t resist her clothes. Also, it’s fun to make her mad. Anyway, she picked up the skirt and looked it over carefully to make sure I hadn’t put any holes in it and then put it back on the hanger, saying that she must iron it. What is ironing? Maybe I will find out soon, if she irons the skirt.
Well, I think I hear my toys calling me to play. I’ll just finish a short nap first and then be off.
Regards,
Mina
Wednesday, September 14, 2011
Sunday, September 11, 2011
Just We Two - Lots of Fun
Whee! I just had breakfast and I’m feeling fine! Time to play before I take a nap!
I just wanted to say how much fun I have with Miss Patchy. When we finally get Mom to get up out of bed to feed us, we run down the stairs. I usually jump over Miss Patchy at least once on the way down. If I miss, I go back up and try again. It’s just so great to run up and down the steps and jump over her. Then, on the way into the kitchen I leap over her at least once more. It’s just so much fun! She doesn’t seem to mind too much. Mom gives us such a great breakfast! We both eat pretty fast, but once Miss Patchy finishes up her wet food and homemade food, she pushes me out of the way so she can finish up mine, too. Fortunately, most of the time Mom is standing right there and she says “Patchy?” in a loud voice and gently nudges her back to her own dish with her foot. Once the good stuff is gone, it doesn’t really matter who eats out of which dish, so I usually let Miss Patchy eat from my dish, if she wants to.
Miss Patchy and I wrestle a lot, but she doesn’t want to keep going for very long. She gets grumpy and starts to growl at me. What fun! I always like to see how long it takes to make her growl. Then we can switch our tails back and forth, as if we were angry, and glare at each other. I usually jump on her a few times before she gets really mad. I then move on to play with my toys. I’m always finding new ones, too. Just the other day, I found a flat, round toy on the dresser. It had a little hook-like thing on it. For some reason, it didn’t play very well, so I left it on the bedroom floor. Dad picked it up and showed it to Mom who said it was an earring. She put it away in the closet.
That’s another thing. When Mom and Dad were gone last week, Dad left the closet door open. It was a lot of fun playing with the things hanging down from Mom’s clothes. I also cleaned off the top of the little cabinet in there, except for a few heavy things. There were more of those earrings hanging on a thing on top of the cabinet, but I couldn’t get any of them off to play with. Darn! They looked like a lot of fun. Another great toy is what Mom calls twister ties. Dad almost never remembers to close the bread bags and leaves the twister ties on the counter. Of course, Mom and Dad don’t want me on the counter, but I go anyway. What harm can there be in it? Anyway, I want to go on the counter. I always grab those twister ties and play with them all over the house, although sometimes I put them in the water bowl. Mom finds them and then talks to Dad about closing the bread bags and keeping the twister ties away from me. What a spoil sport!
A couple of days ago, Dad brought home what they called a balloon. It was round and red and, at first, it hung out on the ceiling. Mom pulled it down and showed it to me. I didn’t like it at all and I kept backing away from it. She tied it to a chair leg so it wouldn’t go up in the high part of the living room ceiling. The next day, it was hanging out on the floor. Mom took its string off the chair leg and bounced it around on the floor. I watched, but I still didn’t like it. This morning, I don’t know where it is. Maybe it ran away because I didn’t like it. It seemed kind of sad, since it wasn’t up by the ceiling any more.
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time in the dining room window. What wonderful things, windows. I’m not quite sure how they work, but there are a lot of things to see in a window. Sometimes there are buzz birds in the window and sometimes there are other things. Sometimes, even Mom is in the window. Hmmmm! I wonder if I could ever be in the window. Is it like the television? I’ve never seen a buzz bird or Mom in the television. When Mom opens the door and goes outside, I can see her in the window. I must try to get outside to see if I can get in the window. Who would see me in the window, though? I’m the one who looks at it.
I’ve also been watching television a lot with Mom and Dad. Sometimes I lie on the floor under the comfy chair, and sometimes I lie on the couch next to them. There are so many people and other creatures in the television. I have gone up on the cabinet that holds the television, but I can’t figure out how to get into it myself. This is very puzzling. Miss Patchy says not to worry about it and to take a nice nap, but I need to figure this out. I’m a little tired now, though, so I guess I will think about it later, after a nap.
Regards,
Mina
I just wanted to say how much fun I have with Miss Patchy. When we finally get Mom to get up out of bed to feed us, we run down the stairs. I usually jump over Miss Patchy at least once on the way down. If I miss, I go back up and try again. It’s just so great to run up and down the steps and jump over her. Then, on the way into the kitchen I leap over her at least once more. It’s just so much fun! She doesn’t seem to mind too much. Mom gives us such a great breakfast! We both eat pretty fast, but once Miss Patchy finishes up her wet food and homemade food, she pushes me out of the way so she can finish up mine, too. Fortunately, most of the time Mom is standing right there and she says “Patchy?” in a loud voice and gently nudges her back to her own dish with her foot. Once the good stuff is gone, it doesn’t really matter who eats out of which dish, so I usually let Miss Patchy eat from my dish, if she wants to.
Miss Patchy and I wrestle a lot, but she doesn’t want to keep going for very long. She gets grumpy and starts to growl at me. What fun! I always like to see how long it takes to make her growl. Then we can switch our tails back and forth, as if we were angry, and glare at each other. I usually jump on her a few times before she gets really mad. I then move on to play with my toys. I’m always finding new ones, too. Just the other day, I found a flat, round toy on the dresser. It had a little hook-like thing on it. For some reason, it didn’t play very well, so I left it on the bedroom floor. Dad picked it up and showed it to Mom who said it was an earring. She put it away in the closet.
That’s another thing. When Mom and Dad were gone last week, Dad left the closet door open. It was a lot of fun playing with the things hanging down from Mom’s clothes. I also cleaned off the top of the little cabinet in there, except for a few heavy things. There were more of those earrings hanging on a thing on top of the cabinet, but I couldn’t get any of them off to play with. Darn! They looked like a lot of fun. Another great toy is what Mom calls twister ties. Dad almost never remembers to close the bread bags and leaves the twister ties on the counter. Of course, Mom and Dad don’t want me on the counter, but I go anyway. What harm can there be in it? Anyway, I want to go on the counter. I always grab those twister ties and play with them all over the house, although sometimes I put them in the water bowl. Mom finds them and then talks to Dad about closing the bread bags and keeping the twister ties away from me. What a spoil sport!
A couple of days ago, Dad brought home what they called a balloon. It was round and red and, at first, it hung out on the ceiling. Mom pulled it down and showed it to me. I didn’t like it at all and I kept backing away from it. She tied it to a chair leg so it wouldn’t go up in the high part of the living room ceiling. The next day, it was hanging out on the floor. Mom took its string off the chair leg and bounced it around on the floor. I watched, but I still didn’t like it. This morning, I don’t know where it is. Maybe it ran away because I didn’t like it. It seemed kind of sad, since it wasn’t up by the ceiling any more.
Lately, I have been spending a lot of time in the dining room window. What wonderful things, windows. I’m not quite sure how they work, but there are a lot of things to see in a window. Sometimes there are buzz birds in the window and sometimes there are other things. Sometimes, even Mom is in the window. Hmmmm! I wonder if I could ever be in the window. Is it like the television? I’ve never seen a buzz bird or Mom in the television. When Mom opens the door and goes outside, I can see her in the window. I must try to get outside to see if I can get in the window. Who would see me in the window, though? I’m the one who looks at it.
I’ve also been watching television a lot with Mom and Dad. Sometimes I lie on the floor under the comfy chair, and sometimes I lie on the couch next to them. There are so many people and other creatures in the television. I have gone up on the cabinet that holds the television, but I can’t figure out how to get into it myself. This is very puzzling. Miss Patchy says not to worry about it and to take a nice nap, but I need to figure this out. I’m a little tired now, though, so I guess I will think about it later, after a nap.
Regards,
Mina
Monday, September 5, 2011
Just We Two - Anger
I just had a much-needed nap. I was so angry this weekend that I just got really tired.
Mom and Dad got home last night. They left on Friday and just got home yesterday, on Sunday night. I was so angry with them that I didn’t bother to come downstairs last night. I decided to show them! When the neighbor came over to feed us, I actually came downstairs and allowed her to pet me. Mina, on the other hand, did not show her face, but chose to greet Mom and Dad. When will she learn the proper way to act? When will Mom and Dad learn that they should never leave us? I remember when Mom decided to move to the house called Phoenix. She took Cherokee and me with her. We didn’t like rolling too much in the car, but it was great to sleep with her every night, instead of comforting each other when she left us alone. Mina wasn’t a lot of comfort to me. She has her toys, but she also went around the house looking for Mom and calling out for her. Silly girl! I told her what to expect and what to do, but she wouldn’t listen. Now Mom and Dad know that Mina missed them and was happy to see them come home. I, on the other hand, let them know my displeasure with their disappearing act, by not coming down to greet them until this morning. What do they do when they leave the house? Anything? Or do they just sit outside somewhere and think about how else they can make me unhappy?
Mom always says that they are going to away. Where is this away anyhow? I’ve tried to figure it out, but all I can think of that it is another house somewhere. I think they sleep there, because they take pajamas. This time they took food, too, so I guess they ate there, also. I’m not sure I would like to go to away, but I guess if Mom and Dad were there, it wouldn’t be too bad. At least then I would know what and where it is. All I know is they walk out the door and leave us here.
Anyway, I really am glad they’re back, I just don’t want them to know. The neighbor just gave us dry food. Ugh! This morning I threw it up. Mom says we need it for nutrients and to keep our teeth in good shape. It’s okay when she gives us canned food and her homemade food along with the dry stuff, it’s a nice variety, but just dry food is awful. I’m glad she came to her senses and started giving us wet food again, after a long while of just the dry stuff.
Mom left some nice stuff on the couch for us. There was a pillow, a blanket, and a sheet. I liked the blanket okay, but I didn’t bother with the pillow, too puffy. It felt unstable. Mina likes to lie on Dad’s pillow, but that’s because it smells like him. I do like to curl up by Mom’s bed pillow, because of her scent on it, but I don’t really care about sleeping right on it.
Mina was really kissing up last night. She cried off and on for hours outside Mom and Dad’s bedroom door. What a little suck-up! Once in a while, I have been resting peacefully under their bed when they have closed the door and gone to sleep. That’s okay. In the morning I let them know I am there and then they let me out. Of course, Mina cries a lot, because she is all alone when I’m shut in the bedroom with them. She doesn’t like that at all, but it is good for her sometimes. She then appreciates me more than ever. I just don’t understand how she could not appreciate me all the time. After all, I teach her things, I save her from becoming fat by sharing her food, I even wrestle with her sometimes. When she does something I don’t like, I hiss at her and let her know that she has gone beyond the bounds. What’s not to appreciate?
Well, I’m still feeling a little angry, so I should probably take a nap. I should feel better about life after that. Such a distressing world we live in!
Yours,
Apache
Mom and Dad got home last night. They left on Friday and just got home yesterday, on Sunday night. I was so angry with them that I didn’t bother to come downstairs last night. I decided to show them! When the neighbor came over to feed us, I actually came downstairs and allowed her to pet me. Mina, on the other hand, did not show her face, but chose to greet Mom and Dad. When will she learn the proper way to act? When will Mom and Dad learn that they should never leave us? I remember when Mom decided to move to the house called Phoenix. She took Cherokee and me with her. We didn’t like rolling too much in the car, but it was great to sleep with her every night, instead of comforting each other when she left us alone. Mina wasn’t a lot of comfort to me. She has her toys, but she also went around the house looking for Mom and calling out for her. Silly girl! I told her what to expect and what to do, but she wouldn’t listen. Now Mom and Dad know that Mina missed them and was happy to see them come home. I, on the other hand, let them know my displeasure with their disappearing act, by not coming down to greet them until this morning. What do they do when they leave the house? Anything? Or do they just sit outside somewhere and think about how else they can make me unhappy?
Mom always says that they are going to away. Where is this away anyhow? I’ve tried to figure it out, but all I can think of that it is another house somewhere. I think they sleep there, because they take pajamas. This time they took food, too, so I guess they ate there, also. I’m not sure I would like to go to away, but I guess if Mom and Dad were there, it wouldn’t be too bad. At least then I would know what and where it is. All I know is they walk out the door and leave us here.
Anyway, I really am glad they’re back, I just don’t want them to know. The neighbor just gave us dry food. Ugh! This morning I threw it up. Mom says we need it for nutrients and to keep our teeth in good shape. It’s okay when she gives us canned food and her homemade food along with the dry stuff, it’s a nice variety, but just dry food is awful. I’m glad she came to her senses and started giving us wet food again, after a long while of just the dry stuff.
Mom left some nice stuff on the couch for us. There was a pillow, a blanket, and a sheet. I liked the blanket okay, but I didn’t bother with the pillow, too puffy. It felt unstable. Mina likes to lie on Dad’s pillow, but that’s because it smells like him. I do like to curl up by Mom’s bed pillow, because of her scent on it, but I don’t really care about sleeping right on it.
Mina was really kissing up last night. She cried off and on for hours outside Mom and Dad’s bedroom door. What a little suck-up! Once in a while, I have been resting peacefully under their bed when they have closed the door and gone to sleep. That’s okay. In the morning I let them know I am there and then they let me out. Of course, Mina cries a lot, because she is all alone when I’m shut in the bedroom with them. She doesn’t like that at all, but it is good for her sometimes. She then appreciates me more than ever. I just don’t understand how she could not appreciate me all the time. After all, I teach her things, I save her from becoming fat by sharing her food, I even wrestle with her sometimes. When she does something I don’t like, I hiss at her and let her know that she has gone beyond the bounds. What’s not to appreciate?
Well, I’m still feeling a little angry, so I should probably take a nap. I should feel better about life after that. Such a distressing world we live in!
Yours,
Apache
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