Whee!!! What fun there is here!
We’ve been here in our new home for
some time now, and it’s really beginning to feel like home. The floors aren’t getting any warmer, but if
I run fast enough, it’s not too bad. I
can really get up some speed running down the hall, and we have been joined
here by Ribbon, Mousey, and others. It’s
great. There is no one here to be scared
of Mousey, and Ribbon has been very happy here, too.
The bathroom is different from any
bathroom I’ve ever seen, but it’s pretty neat.
It is all hard, both the floors and walls. Mom has put our litter box in the bathroom,
so now we are almost just like humans.
All we need now is to eat at the table, but I don’t think that is going
to happen. I like to go into the
bathroom, even if I don’t need the litter box.
There is a funny curtain hanging by the shower, which is just part of the floor. I often go into the shower and go around the
curtain, since Mom leaves it open on both ends.
I can also watch her and Dad take showers. Since it was pretty dusty and dirty at first,
here in this new place, Ribbon kept getting dirty, so I took him to the shower
and Mom washed him off and hung him outside to dry. Now he is always clean, and I don’t have to
keep putting him in the water bowl, except when Mom forgets to wash him. I like to go up on the sink, too, and lick
the water out of it. I do that in the shower,
too. For some reason the water in the
bathroom tastes good.
As I mentioned earlier, it is easy
to run fast down the hallway. The floor
is tile, so things (like Mousey) slide very easily and quickly. He squeaks and squeaks as he speeds down the
floor. What fun! The floors are awfully cold, though, so we
spend a lot of time in the bedroom. The
floor there is not so cold, because it is not tile. Also, our mattress and comforter are in the
bedroom, as well as our furry beds. Miss
Patchy sleeps in the furry beds a lot, but I always prefer the bed. Sometimes I jump up behind the window
curtains and look out the window. There
are lots of people outside walking around, and lots of cars and trucks. Lots of things to watch! Sometimes small humans play with balls (just
like me) and other things. These small
humans look pretty much like big humans, just smaller. Miss Patchy is beginning to think that maybe
there are baby humans after all. She has
not seen much herself, since she is unable to jump up on the window because of
her back legs, so I have told her all about it.
She has looked down from the balcony and, I think, from the couch room,
so she has seen a little bit.
Speaking of the couch room, the door
to it is almost always closed. I would
love to spend some time in there, but we can go in only when Mom is in there, and
then she won’t let us get up on the furniture.
It is white and kind of furry (I was up on it once) and doesn’t look
like any other furniture we’ve ever had.
It’s funny-shaped and has big pillows on it. I think I could love it a lot. At least the floor in the couch room is not
cold, because there is a big rug on the floor.
The furniture looks very nice and comfortable and I would love to spend
some time on it, but I haven’t figured out how to do so without Mom’s knowing
that I’m doing it. There also is a funny
kind of curtain on the window, and I keep getting my claws caught in it. That used to be all there was on the window,
but Mom complained that the people across the street could look right in at
night, so now there is a big, white curtain behind the funny one. It keeps us from seeing into the windows
across the street, so I guess those people can’t see in ours, either. Mom likes that, because she is working a
puzzle. I don’t know why she likes to do
that, as it means sitting in a chair for a long time, looking at little pieces
of cardboard. She picks some up and then
puts them down, then picks up some more and puts them back down, until once in
a while she smiles and says something and puts a piece somewhere else on the
table, hooking it to others that are already there. In a way, I like puzzles, too, but I like to
pick up the little pieces that are hooked to the others and take them down to
the floor to check them out. I don’t see
anything great about them, but since Mom keeps working with them, I keep trying
to figure out what is so great about them.
Who can explain why Mom (or any other human) likes certain things?
There is another room in this house,
but it is very small, and Dad goes in there a lot by himself. I am almost never allowed to go in there, but
I want to check it out. It smells good,
and there is a hole in the floor with water in it. Mom keeps the bucket and mop in there,
too. It also is all tiled, like the
bathroom. Mom calls it a squatter. I don’t know what that means, but Mom says
she will not ever use it, except for storing the mop and bucket.
Well, it’s getting late, and I have
a lot of playing to catch up on, so I will be back later.
Regards,
Mina
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