That doesn’t look like a real smile. It looks like you’re forcing it. In fact, you look kind of silly. MOL!!!
Man…….you just won’t leave me alone, will you? I think I’ll talk to our readers instead. Guess what I heard Mom say. She said she was going to have to shrink me.
Does this grass make me look too big?
I can still fit between the doors so I don’t need anyone shrinking me.
Oh Steinbeck, you still have so much to learn. Mom isn’t trying to shrink you. She said she was going to take you to a shrink if you didn’t stop being Mr. Cranky Pants. A shrink is a doctor who can figure out what’s going on in your little cat brain.
Nobody’s touching my cat brain! I’ll stop being Mr. Cranky Pants if everyone stops picking on me. And Mom……………you’re still not going to shrink me.
I thought I would do a Catoween Revisited for today. This post was from 2014 and there’s my beloved Shakespeare. Now I see how much bigger he was then Steinbeck is. However, Steinbeck has tons of Shakespeare’s personality. Happy Catoween All!!!
It’s Catoween Day and I’m going to go trick or treating for catnip, salmon, crinkly toys and jingle bells. I don’t like all those silly costumes so I’m just going to wear my crown.
Hey wait a minute!!!! I was planning on going as a king tonight, too. Shakespeare, did you get into my supply of crowns again?
I see it’s a case of “monkey see, monkey do”.
Where are the monkeys? Are they coming with us???? They better not eat any of my treats!!!
Tonight we’re inside and we’re not happy about it.
In fact, we’ve been inside all week.
Mom said all the angels were baking chocolate chip cookies and brownies and they all left their oven doors open so it got super, super hot this week.
She said she didn’t want us going out when it was so hot but we know that she’s the one who didn’t want to go out and play with us!
Mom said there were more reasons she didn’t want us going outside.
She said something about the Raptor Center releasing a Cooper’s Hawk youngster in our neighbor’s yard last week. He was hanging around here looking for the older hawk that’s been in this area. You see, the young one didn’t know how to hunt yet so they were hoping he would get lessons from the older one.
Hey…..I know how to hunt! I could teach him.
Shakespeare, Mom doesn’t want you messing with any hawks. She said they are dangerous for us little and not so little kitties. Here’s a picture of one!
Is that the one in our neighborhood?
Nope. Mom hasn’t seen him yet or you can bet she would be out there with the camera.
I guess we’ll just have to stay inside in the cool air for now. I wonder if those angels would consider making some catnip brownies. I could go for some right now!!!!
So, I’m sitting out here trying to figure out what Mom’s problem is! By the way, don’t I look angelic and adorable? Anyway, Mom told me she’s tired of my jungle jeans. Mom! I don’t wear jeans!! Have you ever seen me in any kind of jeans?? And what are jungle jeans? I have never seen them.
All of this is because the other night Mom was in the house and Hemingway and I were out in the back yard patrolling, watching and looking for our doggie friend neighbors. Suddenly I saw something that I knew I had to chase. I ran and ran and then went into the house to show Mom my trophy. Mom was not impressed.
What did I have? I had a bunny in my mouth. It wasn’t a baby bunny. Mom figures it was like a preteen bunny, whatever that means. I was so proud of my catch but Mom took it away from me and I never saw the bunny again.
Readers, I had heard on the news around here that our area is being overrun with bunnies. I was just trying to help. I didn’t know Mom would be sad. I thought she would be proud of me. She sat me down and had a long talk about not killing bunnies and birds and squirrels and things. Then she hugged me and mumbled something about jungle jeans.
If I ever find those jungle jeans that Mom says I have, I’m going to throw them out!!!
Mom says my eyes are brighter tonight. I want to thank all the fur people and their humans who sent me good wishes. I was so surprised to hear from all of you! Mom said I’m a lucky boy! It’s scary to be sick. Of course I wasn’t as scared as Mom. She was an actual twit!!!!
Anyway, when she got up this morning I showed her I was feeling better by eating some of the new food. Then I took a bath and I flip-flopped my tail so she knew I was on the mend. (By the way, I didn’t know I was broken!)
I heard that Mom fretted and stewed all day at work and may have driven a tad fast to get home tonight. I was at the door waiting for her so she had a big smile on her face.
We went outside to enjoy some fresh air. I don’t get up in the hammock unless Mom is already in it. Of course, she’ll probably tell you that I use her as a launching pad and she has a big scratch on her arm.
Here I’m checking out the yard to see if there’s something out there that made me sick. I didn’t see anything. I told one of my friends that I think a bird spit in my face! MOL!!!
I’m still not quite as spunky as usual, but when the doctor man’s house called, they said it would take a couple of days. They were glad to hear I was moving around and eating. Oh that………..yes, Mom started us on diets today.