I Can Run Fast!

Shakespeare, what are you doing?

I’m packing my toys.

Why?

I want to take them with me.

Where?

Mom says I should go to London and race in the Olympics.

Oh for pete’s sake!  Do you ever know when a human is kidding?

You mean she wasn’t serious?

No.

Well, she told me I was super fast and I should enter the Olympics and win a prize.  By the way, what are the Olympics?

Those are games that humans compete in to win prizes.  They have some that are in the summer and they have some in the winter, but not every year.  This year they are in the summer and they are in London.

So they have races?

Yes.

I could win!  I could win a prize!  I could win many prizes!!  Do they have treats as prizes?

I bet you could win.  All they have to do is put food at the finish line and you’ll be there before the other runners have even started.

Very funny…………but true!  I just have a couple more questions.

What?

Could you help me open the drawer where Mom stores our treats so I can get some to pack with my toys?

You are so goofy.  What’s the other question?

Where’s London?  Remember, Mom only lets us go out in the back yard so I may have trouble finding London.

Antsy!

Why does Mom keep saying we have ants in our pants?

Haven’t we discussed this before?  It’s just another one of those silly sayings that humans have and it just isn’t logical for fur people.

I think I know why……we don’t wear pants!

And we’re not going to!  I wouldn’t put on pants ‘cuz they would hide the beautiful tuxedo I seem to be wearing already.

I wouldn’t wear pants ‘cuz they would hide my gorgeous tail!

And neither one of us would consider putting ants in our clothing if we were forced to wear clothing.

So why does Mom say that?

I think it’s because we’ve been running around the house like crazy lately.

You mean she doesn’t like our “stock cat races” that we conduct at night?

I don’t think so.  She keeps mumbling about straightening up the rugs all the time.

Well, they’re in the way of our fun!

We’ve also been making lots of noise.  I know I just feel like singing ‘cuz the weather is nice again, the sun is out, the birds are flying around and I’m just happy so I have to talk about it.

I guess I’ve been doing the same thing.  Why doesn’t Mom understand that we’re noisy and rambunctious (I saw that word on the internet and now I get to use it!) because we’re happy?

Maybe if she reads this blog she’ll understand and then she’ll start running around the house with us and making lots of noise.

I want to see that!!