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
Sunday, August 28, 2011
Just We Two - Feeling Better Every Day
I just had a delicious breakfast a little while ago, but haven’t yet had my morning nap. I’m actually not all that tired, but I know I will be.
Mina and I have been wrestling quite a bit these days. Some days I don’t mind, but other days I guess I am a little cranky and would prefer not to wrestle with her. She is wiry and strong for her size (quite small), but I am bigger and heavier, so it’s a pretty even match. When I’m done, I just growl and she gets the idea pretty quickly. She learns fast.
A few days ago, Mom and Dad were sitting by the computer and he was playing with Mina, using the stick with the little pieces of cloth hanging on a string from the end. He then turned to me and I actually played with it. I don’t do the impossible acrobatic flips that Mina does, as I was lying down at the time, but it is the first time I have felt like playing for a long time. It felt good.
Mom keeps talking about jealousy between Mina and me. I know that every time I am sitting or lying next to or on either Mom or Dad, Mina will lie down somewhere that she can see us and we can see her. She will rest her head on her paws and just glare very angrily at us. I don’t know how she can justify being angry about that, since she is the interloper. What right does she have to be cuddled and petted by Mom and Dad? I get angry sometimes when I see her with them, because I should be there instead of her. I’m not jealous, though, only concerned with my rights. Mina is the one who is jealous, since she is obviously inferior to me. Mom tries to get both of us up in the comfy chair with her, but that’s just not acceptable to me. When Mina comes up, I go down. Just showing my displeasure with Mina’s company!
Mom and Dad have been watching all the news about something called Hurricane Irene. It would appear to be something worrisome and they are afraid that Mom’s daughter will suffer from it. What is it? Will it ever come to Phoenix? I hope not, because I don’t think I would like it at all. They said it will bring a lot of rain and maybe flooding. That definitely would not be fun. The only water I like is what is in our water bowl, and that comes from the refrigerator. I’ve seen water come from the sky (rain), and it’s most unpleasant. I always go into the house from the patio the instant it begins. Mom just laughs at me when I do that.
Mina has been watching television a lot lately. She will lie on the couch or on the comfy chair and stare intently at the television. She watches mostly when there are dogs or cats on the screen, but I’ve seen her watch humans, too. Maybe I will watch a little some time, as life occasionally gets a little boring around here. I think I know how to turn on the TV, so we could watch it while Mom and Dad are gone, too.
I think I mentioned before about Mina’s curiosity getting her into a little trouble. She has spent a night outside because of it, she has had things fall on her because of it, and a number of other things. I don’t think I ever said anything about what happened a little while ago. Mom was in the dining room reading or eating or something and Dad was upstairs working on the computer. Mina smelled something tasty in the kitchen, so she jumped up onto the counter and onto the thing they call a stove. They cook food on the stove, and sometimes they leave the pan sitting there after cooking. Well, Mina wanted to taste what was in the pan, but it was very hot and she got a little burn. Fortunately for her, she is pretty fast, so it didn’t really burn her, but she was not happy about it. She jumped down very quickly and I think she will stay away from the stove from now on.
I have been lying on the table in the dining room lately. Haven’t done that for a while. It is a nice view out the window. Sometimes both Mina and I are up on the table. Mom does not like it at all and makes us get down, but I take my time about it. After all, it is my house, too, why shouldn’t I be able to enjoy everything in it.
Well, I feel a nap overtaking me. I must go find a comfortable place to sleep.
Yours,
Apache
Mina and I have been wrestling quite a bit these days. Some days I don’t mind, but other days I guess I am a little cranky and would prefer not to wrestle with her. She is wiry and strong for her size (quite small), but I am bigger and heavier, so it’s a pretty even match. When I’m done, I just growl and she gets the idea pretty quickly. She learns fast.
A few days ago, Mom and Dad were sitting by the computer and he was playing with Mina, using the stick with the little pieces of cloth hanging on a string from the end. He then turned to me and I actually played with it. I don’t do the impossible acrobatic flips that Mina does, as I was lying down at the time, but it is the first time I have felt like playing for a long time. It felt good.
Mom keeps talking about jealousy between Mina and me. I know that every time I am sitting or lying next to or on either Mom or Dad, Mina will lie down somewhere that she can see us and we can see her. She will rest her head on her paws and just glare very angrily at us. I don’t know how she can justify being angry about that, since she is the interloper. What right does she have to be cuddled and petted by Mom and Dad? I get angry sometimes when I see her with them, because I should be there instead of her. I’m not jealous, though, only concerned with my rights. Mina is the one who is jealous, since she is obviously inferior to me. Mom tries to get both of us up in the comfy chair with her, but that’s just not acceptable to me. When Mina comes up, I go down. Just showing my displeasure with Mina’s company!
Mom and Dad have been watching all the news about something called Hurricane Irene. It would appear to be something worrisome and they are afraid that Mom’s daughter will suffer from it. What is it? Will it ever come to Phoenix? I hope not, because I don’t think I would like it at all. They said it will bring a lot of rain and maybe flooding. That definitely would not be fun. The only water I like is what is in our water bowl, and that comes from the refrigerator. I’ve seen water come from the sky (rain), and it’s most unpleasant. I always go into the house from the patio the instant it begins. Mom just laughs at me when I do that.
Mina has been watching television a lot lately. She will lie on the couch or on the comfy chair and stare intently at the television. She watches mostly when there are dogs or cats on the screen, but I’ve seen her watch humans, too. Maybe I will watch a little some time, as life occasionally gets a little boring around here. I think I know how to turn on the TV, so we could watch it while Mom and Dad are gone, too.
I think I mentioned before about Mina’s curiosity getting her into a little trouble. She has spent a night outside because of it, she has had things fall on her because of it, and a number of other things. I don’t think I ever said anything about what happened a little while ago. Mom was in the dining room reading or eating or something and Dad was upstairs working on the computer. Mina smelled something tasty in the kitchen, so she jumped up onto the counter and onto the thing they call a stove. They cook food on the stove, and sometimes they leave the pan sitting there after cooking. Well, Mina wanted to taste what was in the pan, but it was very hot and she got a little burn. Fortunately for her, she is pretty fast, so it didn’t really burn her, but she was not happy about it. She jumped down very quickly and I think she will stay away from the stove from now on.
I have been lying on the table in the dining room lately. Haven’t done that for a while. It is a nice view out the window. Sometimes both Mina and I are up on the table. Mom does not like it at all and makes us get down, but I take my time about it. After all, it is my house, too, why shouldn’t I be able to enjoy everything in it.
Well, I feel a nap overtaking me. I must go find a comfortable place to sleep.
Yours,
Apache
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Just We Two - Things
I just finished playing with a great toy! I’m not sure how to describe it, but it curves up on one side and down on the other. It has interesting things on it, too. It was lots of fun reaching under it and playing with the little ball that is attached to it. I can move it around on the floor, too, and that makes a nice noise. Mom heard it and came to see what I was doing. She didn’t yell at me or call me “bad girl,” so it must be okay to play with it. Maybe I’ll leave it alone for a while.
I’ve been noticing some things about Mom and Dad, well mostly Mom. Sometimes I see her without her clothes on, and she is really funny-looking. I was very surprised to see that she has only two milk holders. My feline mom had lots of them. Of course, just seeing the milk holders made me realize that probably human babies get their milk that way, just the way we felines do. I know that Miss Patchy has wondered sometimes about baby humans and whether they actually exist, since she has never seen one, but now I think I know that they do exist. Maybe some day she and I will get to see one. Of course, Miss Patchy has taught me to always leave the room and go sleep under the bed whenever the doorbell rings, so I guess if a baby human ever rang the doorbell we would never see it anyway. I must think about this for a while, as it is somewhat confusing.
I have been thinking lately about going back out onto the roof sometime. That scary experience was a while ago, and that was the first time I was ever scared out there. Maybe things are okay out there now. I will think about checking it out once again. Miss Patchy never goes out there, or maybe just a little way out. She would just rather lie down in the doorway and feel the air blow over her, or maybe see a little bit of sunshine. Now that it is hot out there, Mom and Dad never leave the door open, and there is a machine that makes a noise and blows cold air out of the walls. It’s a little scary, but Miss Patchy isn’t afraid of it, so I guess it’s okay. She says that every year when it gets hot outside the machine blows out cold air. Also, it blows warm air out when it is cold outside, but not very often. The cold air blows out all day long. It is on, then it is off, then it is on, and so on. I guess maybe it would be too hot in the house if the cold air didn’t blow out. Why is it hot outside sometimes, and sometimes cold outside? I don’t really understand it. There is another thing to think about. Is my little brain capable of thinking about all these things?
Here is another puzzle. Sometimes Mom and Dad talk to a little box that they hold up to their ears. What on earth is it and why do they talk to it? I think the box talks to them, too, because sometimes they are not saying anything and then they talk again, or laugh or something. Very odd! Maybe Miss Patchy and I can figure it out some day. They often leave their little boxes lying around on a table or the couch or something. Maybe she and I can investigate them and find out how to talk to it.
Speaking of puzzles, Mom did what she calls a puzzle. It was many, many pieces of cardboard on the dining room table. They had colors on them and looked like fun toys. I went up on the table and grabbed a piece and took it down on the floor with me. It had an unusual taste and I wanted to check it out some more, but Mom got mad and took it away from me. She was upset because I pulled a lot of pieces away from where she had put them and she had to put them all back. After that, she started putting a piece of cloth on top of the “puzzle” and put other stuff on top of the cloth so I couldn’t pull it off the table. Miss Patchy says that Mr. Cherokee always used to play with Mom’s puzzles, but he was lot stronger and bigger than I am and he would often take them apart. He also would sometimes pull the cloth off the puzzle. She said that Mom would get very mad at Mr. Cherokee, but he would just laugh. Miss Patchy said that she sometimes went up and checked out the puzzles, too. Somehow I just can’t imagine Miss Patchy doing anything wrong, although Mom has had to tell her not to scratch on the furniture a few times lately.
Dad vacuumed yesterday. I was curious about the vacuum cleaner when I came here, but Miss Patchy told me that I should stay away from it and go rest under the bed when they turn it on. I always go with her, but I think I would like to know more about it to see what it does and why they turn it on and rub it over the floor. Hm-m-m-m-m! A very curious thing!
Well, I hear my toys calling me so I must go and play with them. One can never have too much fun!
Regards,
Mina
I’ve been noticing some things about Mom and Dad, well mostly Mom. Sometimes I see her without her clothes on, and she is really funny-looking. I was very surprised to see that she has only two milk holders. My feline mom had lots of them. Of course, just seeing the milk holders made me realize that probably human babies get their milk that way, just the way we felines do. I know that Miss Patchy has wondered sometimes about baby humans and whether they actually exist, since she has never seen one, but now I think I know that they do exist. Maybe some day she and I will get to see one. Of course, Miss Patchy has taught me to always leave the room and go sleep under the bed whenever the doorbell rings, so I guess if a baby human ever rang the doorbell we would never see it anyway. I must think about this for a while, as it is somewhat confusing.
I have been thinking lately about going back out onto the roof sometime. That scary experience was a while ago, and that was the first time I was ever scared out there. Maybe things are okay out there now. I will think about checking it out once again. Miss Patchy never goes out there, or maybe just a little way out. She would just rather lie down in the doorway and feel the air blow over her, or maybe see a little bit of sunshine. Now that it is hot out there, Mom and Dad never leave the door open, and there is a machine that makes a noise and blows cold air out of the walls. It’s a little scary, but Miss Patchy isn’t afraid of it, so I guess it’s okay. She says that every year when it gets hot outside the machine blows out cold air. Also, it blows warm air out when it is cold outside, but not very often. The cold air blows out all day long. It is on, then it is off, then it is on, and so on. I guess maybe it would be too hot in the house if the cold air didn’t blow out. Why is it hot outside sometimes, and sometimes cold outside? I don’t really understand it. There is another thing to think about. Is my little brain capable of thinking about all these things?
Here is another puzzle. Sometimes Mom and Dad talk to a little box that they hold up to their ears. What on earth is it and why do they talk to it? I think the box talks to them, too, because sometimes they are not saying anything and then they talk again, or laugh or something. Very odd! Maybe Miss Patchy and I can figure it out some day. They often leave their little boxes lying around on a table or the couch or something. Maybe she and I can investigate them and find out how to talk to it.
Speaking of puzzles, Mom did what she calls a puzzle. It was many, many pieces of cardboard on the dining room table. They had colors on them and looked like fun toys. I went up on the table and grabbed a piece and took it down on the floor with me. It had an unusual taste and I wanted to check it out some more, but Mom got mad and took it away from me. She was upset because I pulled a lot of pieces away from where she had put them and she had to put them all back. After that, she started putting a piece of cloth on top of the “puzzle” and put other stuff on top of the cloth so I couldn’t pull it off the table. Miss Patchy says that Mr. Cherokee always used to play with Mom’s puzzles, but he was lot stronger and bigger than I am and he would often take them apart. He also would sometimes pull the cloth off the puzzle. She said that Mom would get very mad at Mr. Cherokee, but he would just laugh. Miss Patchy said that she sometimes went up and checked out the puzzles, too. Somehow I just can’t imagine Miss Patchy doing anything wrong, although Mom has had to tell her not to scratch on the furniture a few times lately.
Dad vacuumed yesterday. I was curious about the vacuum cleaner when I came here, but Miss Patchy told me that I should stay away from it and go rest under the bed when they turn it on. I always go with her, but I think I would like to know more about it to see what it does and why they turn it on and rub it over the floor. Hm-m-m-m-m! A very curious thing!
Well, I hear my toys calling me so I must go and play with them. One can never have too much fun!
Regards,
Mina
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Just We Two - Mina's Rebuttal
What fun! I’ve been lying on the table in the office, on the papers and things that are there. Before that, I was in a box on the table. The table is a really fun place, so many little things to scatter. There are lots of other things to do today, but I will get to them later. Just the other day, I scattered the bits of paper by the shredder. That is a lot of fun, too.
There are so many amusing things to do in the office. When I get a little tired, I jump up on the top of the computer desk. That means that I jump on the desk, then up on top of the monitor, and then up to the top, over the shelves and things. There are four pictures hanging on the wall over the computer desk. Mom says they are pictures of her, her two sisters, and her brother. I like to play with her brother’s picture, which is hanging just over where I like to lie down. Mom used to straighten it up every time I made it crooked, but now she just leaves it the way it is. She’s just no fun at all. It was a great game.
Just the other day, we were all on the couch, watching a movie. I was up on the top of the back cushions and Mom was lying down next to Dad. I got tired of the movie, so I jumped down hard on her stomach. I don’t know why, but she didn’t find that as much fun as I did. Yesterday we watched a movie. Mom said it was called “Lady and the Tramp.” I watched a lot of it, because there were lots of dogs in it and sometimes they barked. It’s kind of silly to make a movie about dogs, since felines are much more interesting. I guess everyone likes different things in life. Mom says that a lot of people have dogs, and I do hear them barking sometimes. Felines are so much quieter and, I think, better behaved, although I really haven’t known any dogs.
I haven’t gone out on the roof since my scary experience. I’m not sure I will go out there again. Mom keeps telling me now that it’s very hot out there and I wouldn’t like it anyway. It’s hot in the garage, too, so I never like to stay out there for very long. The patio is pretty hot, too, but there is shade, and sometimes the air moves a little bit. We go out there only in the morning. Mom says that is before it gets really hot out there. We’ve been out there a few times lately, because Mom thinks maybe her purple lilac vine has died. I’m not sure what that is, but she is sad about it. She has given it water a few times, and even what she calls food, but she thinks it is gone. That makes her sad, so I am sad, too. Poor purple lilac vine!
Miss Patchy thinks it’s odd that I lie down with her for a nap, but keep my eyes open. Who wouldn’t? It is boring! Somehow she can just lie there sleeping, for hours and hours. A lot of the time, she sleeps under Mom and Dad’s bed. Another boring place! Sometimes I like to sleep in the water box. Mom and Dad buy bottles of water and keep the packages on the floor in the dining room. When some of the bottles have been taken out, I like to crawl in there. I chew on the plastic covering for a while and then sometimes I sleep. The water packages are kept right under the window, which is another fun thing to do. I like to get up on the window sill and look out. Sometimes those buzz birds come near and tease me. Ooooh! Would I love to get my paws on one of those!
The other day, Mom was going out on the patio, and I rushed to go out as soon as she opened the door. I bounced right back! I could feel the hot air coming through, and the sounds of the outside were coming through, and I could see out, but I couldn’t get through. Mom laughed and said I had to wait until she opened the screen. Oh! Not sure what it is exactly, but now I know to watch for it. I didn’t realize it was there, since I could see through it. If I look closely, though, I can see it. Sometimes humans have funny things. I will have to learn more about these screens. It was kind of an embarrassing moment.
Well, I think I see some things that need to be played with, so I will end for now, but I will be back.
Regards,
Mina
There are so many amusing things to do in the office. When I get a little tired, I jump up on the top of the computer desk. That means that I jump on the desk, then up on top of the monitor, and then up to the top, over the shelves and things. There are four pictures hanging on the wall over the computer desk. Mom says they are pictures of her, her two sisters, and her brother. I like to play with her brother’s picture, which is hanging just over where I like to lie down. Mom used to straighten it up every time I made it crooked, but now she just leaves it the way it is. She’s just no fun at all. It was a great game.
Just the other day, we were all on the couch, watching a movie. I was up on the top of the back cushions and Mom was lying down next to Dad. I got tired of the movie, so I jumped down hard on her stomach. I don’t know why, but she didn’t find that as much fun as I did. Yesterday we watched a movie. Mom said it was called “Lady and the Tramp.” I watched a lot of it, because there were lots of dogs in it and sometimes they barked. It’s kind of silly to make a movie about dogs, since felines are much more interesting. I guess everyone likes different things in life. Mom says that a lot of people have dogs, and I do hear them barking sometimes. Felines are so much quieter and, I think, better behaved, although I really haven’t known any dogs.
I haven’t gone out on the roof since my scary experience. I’m not sure I will go out there again. Mom keeps telling me now that it’s very hot out there and I wouldn’t like it anyway. It’s hot in the garage, too, so I never like to stay out there for very long. The patio is pretty hot, too, but there is shade, and sometimes the air moves a little bit. We go out there only in the morning. Mom says that is before it gets really hot out there. We’ve been out there a few times lately, because Mom thinks maybe her purple lilac vine has died. I’m not sure what that is, but she is sad about it. She has given it water a few times, and even what she calls food, but she thinks it is gone. That makes her sad, so I am sad, too. Poor purple lilac vine!
Miss Patchy thinks it’s odd that I lie down with her for a nap, but keep my eyes open. Who wouldn’t? It is boring! Somehow she can just lie there sleeping, for hours and hours. A lot of the time, she sleeps under Mom and Dad’s bed. Another boring place! Sometimes I like to sleep in the water box. Mom and Dad buy bottles of water and keep the packages on the floor in the dining room. When some of the bottles have been taken out, I like to crawl in there. I chew on the plastic covering for a while and then sometimes I sleep. The water packages are kept right under the window, which is another fun thing to do. I like to get up on the window sill and look out. Sometimes those buzz birds come near and tease me. Ooooh! Would I love to get my paws on one of those!
The other day, Mom was going out on the patio, and I rushed to go out as soon as she opened the door. I bounced right back! I could feel the hot air coming through, and the sounds of the outside were coming through, and I could see out, but I couldn’t get through. Mom laughed and said I had to wait until she opened the screen. Oh! Not sure what it is exactly, but now I know to watch for it. I didn’t realize it was there, since I could see through it. If I look closely, though, I can see it. Sometimes humans have funny things. I will have to learn more about these screens. It was kind of an embarrassing moment.
Well, I think I see some things that need to be played with, so I will end for now, but I will be back.
Regards,
Mina
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Just We Two - Mina Has a Lot to Learn
Well, I’ve had a nice nap and I’m ready to rumble, as I’ve heard humans say. I’ve heard it on the TV. I’m not sure exactly what it means, but it sounds good.
Speaking of rumbling, Mina was out on the roof a while ago, and she got very scared, as I think she wrote in her last blog. Of course, it was thunder and lightning and wind that she experienced. She was extremely frightened. Ha! Ha! She is so curious and nosy, it serves her right. However, she keeps on being curious and nosy, no matter what happens. She usually learns from her experiences, so all is not lost, but she makes me laugh a lot.
Lately, I have been feeling pretty good. What a nice change from before! Mom has noticed it, too, and claims that I have lost weight, as well. That’s really good news. She says that my face is thinner and I’m looking very good. Mina just thinks I look old, no matter what. Just wait until she is my age! She has been jumping at me a lot lately, and starting fights. We wrestle a lot, but I always win, since she is very small and I am not so small. Sometimes she keeps it up long after I’m tired of it. That’s when I get mad and growl and hiss at her. It takes her a little while, but she usually realizes that it’s time to quit.
When I lie down for a nap, Mina usually comes with me, but Mom has noticed that quite often Mina is lying there with her eyes open, looking bored. Silly girl! She just doesn’t know what is good for her. One can never get enough sleep. Or enough good food, although I haven’t been eating as much as before. I think Mom is giving us a little less food, and I just don’t seem to be that hungry these days. Maybe the food Mom makes for us is a little more satisfying. The first time she made food for us, we didn’t like it an awful lot, as I mentioned previously, but this second batch is very good. Mom always gives me a little bit of yogurt with my meal. At first, I didn’t like it at all, and Mina won’t touch it, but I do eat it now, although I usually leave it for last.
Mom has made up some new names for us. She calls me Queen Patchy and she calls Mina Princess Mina. She uses those names only sometimes, but I rather like mine. It makes me feel very regal, I think is the word I want. Mina doesn’t care one way or the other. Pretty much all she’s interested in is her toys. I keep reminding her that they are actually Cherokee’s toys (most of them, anyway), but she doesn’t care. She thinks she would have liked to know Cherokee, but, of course, that will never be. I still miss him so much, but I am not as sad as I was before. I guess that’s good, but I don’t ever want to forget my precious brother. Perhaps when my time comes, Mina will miss me.
Mom and Dad are now talking about moving somewhere. They say that the economy is so bad that they just don’t know what they will do. Dad has not been able to find a job – any job, and Mom is really worried about money. I never worry about money. I’m not even sure what it is for, but Mom and Dad say they never have enough of it. As long as I have a home and food, I’m not worried about anything. Mom says she has meat in the freezer that she will cook for us soon, since the second batch of food is getting low. That makes me happy, because I know that we will be eating well for a long time.
I wish this “bad economy” would go away, since it is making Mom and Dad unhappy and worried. I don’t know what it is, so I don’t know what it looks like, but if I ever find out and see it somewhere, I will growl and hiss at it, bite it and scratch it and make it go away. Then we can all be happy once more. One can never overrate happiness. It is a wonderful way of life. I can never get enough of it. Food makes me happy, Mom and Dad make me happy, naps make me happy. What more could there be to life?
Well, all this worry on Mom and Dad’s part is making me very tired. I think maybe a nap would do wonders for this problem. Maybe Mom and Dad should do more of it. That’s it for now.
Yours,
Apache
Speaking of rumbling, Mina was out on the roof a while ago, and she got very scared, as I think she wrote in her last blog. Of course, it was thunder and lightning and wind that she experienced. She was extremely frightened. Ha! Ha! She is so curious and nosy, it serves her right. However, she keeps on being curious and nosy, no matter what happens. She usually learns from her experiences, so all is not lost, but she makes me laugh a lot.
Lately, I have been feeling pretty good. What a nice change from before! Mom has noticed it, too, and claims that I have lost weight, as well. That’s really good news. She says that my face is thinner and I’m looking very good. Mina just thinks I look old, no matter what. Just wait until she is my age! She has been jumping at me a lot lately, and starting fights. We wrestle a lot, but I always win, since she is very small and I am not so small. Sometimes she keeps it up long after I’m tired of it. That’s when I get mad and growl and hiss at her. It takes her a little while, but she usually realizes that it’s time to quit.
When I lie down for a nap, Mina usually comes with me, but Mom has noticed that quite often Mina is lying there with her eyes open, looking bored. Silly girl! She just doesn’t know what is good for her. One can never get enough sleep. Or enough good food, although I haven’t been eating as much as before. I think Mom is giving us a little less food, and I just don’t seem to be that hungry these days. Maybe the food Mom makes for us is a little more satisfying. The first time she made food for us, we didn’t like it an awful lot, as I mentioned previously, but this second batch is very good. Mom always gives me a little bit of yogurt with my meal. At first, I didn’t like it at all, and Mina won’t touch it, but I do eat it now, although I usually leave it for last.
Mom has made up some new names for us. She calls me Queen Patchy and she calls Mina Princess Mina. She uses those names only sometimes, but I rather like mine. It makes me feel very regal, I think is the word I want. Mina doesn’t care one way or the other. Pretty much all she’s interested in is her toys. I keep reminding her that they are actually Cherokee’s toys (most of them, anyway), but she doesn’t care. She thinks she would have liked to know Cherokee, but, of course, that will never be. I still miss him so much, but I am not as sad as I was before. I guess that’s good, but I don’t ever want to forget my precious brother. Perhaps when my time comes, Mina will miss me.
Mom and Dad are now talking about moving somewhere. They say that the economy is so bad that they just don’t know what they will do. Dad has not been able to find a job – any job, and Mom is really worried about money. I never worry about money. I’m not even sure what it is for, but Mom and Dad say they never have enough of it. As long as I have a home and food, I’m not worried about anything. Mom says she has meat in the freezer that she will cook for us soon, since the second batch of food is getting low. That makes me happy, because I know that we will be eating well for a long time.
I wish this “bad economy” would go away, since it is making Mom and Dad unhappy and worried. I don’t know what it is, so I don’t know what it looks like, but if I ever find out and see it somewhere, I will growl and hiss at it, bite it and scratch it and make it go away. Then we can all be happy once more. One can never overrate happiness. It is a wonderful way of life. I can never get enough of it. Food makes me happy, Mom and Dad make me happy, naps make me happy. What more could there be to life?
Well, all this worry on Mom and Dad’s part is making me very tired. I think maybe a nap would do wonders for this problem. Maybe Mom and Dad should do more of it. That’s it for now.
Yours,
Apache
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