Mom says I almost gave her a heart attack yesterday.  I wasn’t doing anything bad.  Honest!  We couldn’t go out and play in the morning ‘cuz Uncle Bob and his friend were making all sorts of noises with hammers and things.  Mom said they were putting shingles on the shed.  I don’t know what that means.

Mom finally let us go outside when they finished.  We wandered around and inspected our yard to make sure they hadn’t messed with any of our favorite places.  We went back in to check on Mom and then went back outside again.  I don’t know what Hemingway was doing, but I knew I was hot and wanted to find a cool spot.  I went over to the shed and discovered that I could crawl under it where it was dark and cool.  I fell asleep.

Later Mom told me that she had been searching all over the place for me and was scared that I had run away.  She had asked Hemingway where I was but he didn’t know.  She didn’t think anyone would come along and pick me up ‘cuz I hate to be picked up and I fight like crazy.  Still, she couldn’t find me.  She said she even walked around the shed calling my name and shaking my treat bag.  Now normally I will run faster than anything when I hear that treat bag.  I must have been really sound asleep ‘cuz I didn’t hear a thing.

I guess Mom went to the grocery store and looked around the neighborhood as she drove.  She was really worried and she didn’t stay at the grocery store very long.  When she came back home again, she called my name and shook the treat bag.  That time I heard it but it was hard for me to get moving ‘cuz I was so sleepy.  I came around the side of the shed with my best sleepy eyes but she wasn’t impressed.  She told me to get my tail inside.  Now how am I going to get just my tail inside?  Why didn’t she want all of me inside?

Anyway, I was grounded for the rest of the night and Hemingway couldn’t go outside again either.  I think he was kind of mad at me.

Mom, I’m sorry I scared you and I will try really hard not to do it again!  Now can I go outside again?  PUHLEASEEEEEEEEEEE………….

11 thoughts on “Grounded……

  1. Shakespeare, I like your picture. My kitty peeks through the blinds, too.

    Too bad about being grounded, but your mom loves you and was concerned she had lost you. Now you know how much you really mean to her — she wanted you close by for the remainder of the day.

  2. From Tessa: Sorry to hear you’re in a bit of trouble at home, but take it from someone who gets grounded a lot. Being grounded isn’t so bad. Sometimes I get yelled at, but I always getting hugs and kisses for being found! Purrs…

    1. Tessa: so nice to meet you. We tend to be in trouble frequently, too. However, we’ve discovered that Mom loves to watch some of the crazy positions we get in when we’re pretending to sleep. She also loves to hear us purr when she pets us.

  3. R mom wooda had a attack oh de heart two if one oh us came up missin Shakespeare; we R glad her finded ewe… !!!

  4. Oh, wow! I’m happy your Mommy found you. My Mama joked with me before my first birthday in April 2008 that I was such a trouble maker that I might not make it to my birthday. I almost made that come true when I knocked the screen door off its tracks when Mama wasn’t home and I ran away. Mama cried and cried. She drove all around our subdivision calling my name. I was in the last place she looked. I don’t want to take myself for walks any more! My sisters and I send Hemingway and you many purrs. 🙂 Livia

    1. I guess we fur people have to be kinder to our Moms. Sometimes when we think we’re just having fun, they don’t see it that way. We’re both glad you’re safe and it’s good that you don’t go out by yourself. We send purrs right back at you!

  5. Yup, it is so hard when you don’t think you are doing anything wrong but the people around you get all upset anyway. I hope your mom doesn’t keep you grounded too long.

    1. Mom let me go out again but she told me to not hide! My brother Hemingway is too big to hide or he would have gotten into trouble, too. He’s not an angel you know.
      Shakespeare……what are you writing about me? Mom told you to be nice.
      We both like hearing from you and thank you for writing to us.

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