Now I’m starting to get worried about Mom, too. Last night I heard the rain coming down really hard and Mom went outside in it!! There was even some of those really bright flashes of light and loud noises. I think Mom should have stayed inside where it’s safe.
What was she doing?
She was moving those little green things around. Remember when she was gone with Auntie Linda for a long time yesterday?
Yes. What does that have to do with Mom in the rain?
Well, I saw that she bought a bunch of those green things that she likes to put in the dirt. Last night she went out in the rain and moved them. Do those green things melt in the rain? I know Mom doesn’t ‘cuz she came back in and she was really wet but she wasn’t melted.
While you were taking a nap today I saw her out there putting some of those green things in the dirt. I love dirt.
She should have stayed inside ‘cuz it was raining again today.
I know and while Mom was digging in the dirt (which she doesn’t let me do) she was getting that mud (which I already know is wet dirt) all over her.
How come humans get to get dirty and we kitties have to stay clean? That’s another thing I don’t understand.
We got to see Auntie Linda today!!! She’s Mom’s friend who convinced her to adopt us.
What’s this “we” stuff? Mom picked me up and I even went outside to greet Auntie Linda. When Mom and Auntie Linda came in the house, you were hiding out in the other room. Then when Mom carried you out, you were scrambling like crazy to get down.
You know I don’t like to be held. It takes away from my independence. Besides, I let Auntie Linda pet me. She’s a nice lady.
Yes, but I’ve seen her more times than you.
I don’t care. She didn’t say your tail was all big and fluffy.
Whatever! Actually I’m more concerned about the sanity of Mom.
Well, didn’t you see her outside last night digging in the dirt while it was raining? Do you know what happens to dirt when it gets wet?
No, but I’m betting you’re going to tell me.
I googled it and found out that wet dirt becomes mud and that makes a terrible mess. So I don’t understand why Mom was out there playing in the mud!
It must be a human thing.
I don’t think Mom planned on me being outside tonight, but she made the mistake of holding the door open a little too long so I went running out. She was busy with this big metal thing outside that gets hot. I think she puts human food in there and cooks it or something. I don’t want my food cooked but that stuff sure smelled good!
In the picture above I was watching my buddy Champ. He was so surprised to see me outside. He didn’t know that I was out a couple of nights ago. I wonder if he notices how much I grew over those cold months when I had to be inside.
I have just one thing to say. Being outside is stupid. While Hemingway was outside, Mom gave me treats! I was soooooooooooo happy!!!
Quick…..go get the calendar. Does it say December 24th? It must be my birthday. That’s the only explanation I have.
MOM LET ME GO OUTSIDE TONIGHT!!!!
She was out there digging in the dirt. No, I still don’t know why she gets to do it and I don’t! Anyway, she was outside and she let me come out. She actually held the door so I could calmly walk out. I was afraid she might quickly shut the door as I got near, but she didn’t. I went outside. Of course she had Ebony, the dog, come out with me. I guess she figured if anything happened Ebony would bark. Doesn’t she know that Ebony barks at invisible things and sounds that are only in her imagination? Oh well, it doesn’t matter ‘cuz I got to go outside.
The grass was so green and that bright light was shining in the sky making everything warm. I chased some bugs. I chewed on some grass. I looked for my buddy Champ. I was kind of sad that Champ wasn’t outside to see me. He would have been so surprised that Mom let me go outside. I had lots of fun exploring things. I didn’t miss Shakespeare at all and I didn’t look in the windows to see if he was watching me. I didn’t even make a fuss when Mom said it was time to go inside.
Yes, it was a beautiful night. Mom let me go outside!!!! Did you get to go outside and play?
Why do humans keep their food in that big box? Why doesn’t Mom keep our food in there? Can’t kitty food and human food live together? Is human food better because it’s kept in that big box? Should I be more interested in human food ‘cuz it’s kept in there?
When I first came to live in my new house, I tried to show Mom what I wanted for supper. She wouldn’t let me have any of the human food out of that big box. Will someone come help me open the door when Mom’s at work so I can see what all is in that big box????
There’s a really bright light outside today. Mom says it’s the sun. She keeps going out in it but she won’t let me go out. I think I should be able to go outside, too. She said some stupid thing about seeds and stuff getting caught in my fur ‘cuz they are all over the place. I’ve been watching some of them fall from the sky and I think it would be great fun to be out there chasing them. What’s wrong with her? I know how to clean my fur. She doesn’t have to do it for me.
Hemingway, what is your problem? I am very happy with just looking out the window for now. There are so many scary noises out there. I’m content to stay where it’s safe.
Shakespeare, sometimes you’re so boring. It’s fun to go outside. Besides, I see Mom out there digging in the dirt. How come she gets to do that? When I would dig in the dirt in the plants that were inside, she would get after me. I was just looking for all the different colors of dirt in the pot! Now she’s out there digging in the dirt and nobody’s getting after her. Humans get to do everything. It’s just not fair. If I ever get outside, I’m going to go dig in the dirt!
Boy, this picture brings back memories. That was taken last year and it was the same month that Shakespeare was born so Mom didn’t even know about him then. Look how happy I am. Now I have a little brother who keeps bothering me.
Hemingway, I know you love me. You would be so lonely without me. That’s why Mom brought me home…so we could keep each other company.
I guess so. But that still doesn’t answer the question about why Mom gets to dig in the dirt and I don’t!!!!
I don’t know where Hemingway is but the computer is free so I’m going to use it.
Let me tell you about all the exciting sounds I’ve been hearing while Mom is either sleeping or at work. Sometimes I think she spends too much time at work but I guess she needs to keep working so she can buy us food and treats. Sometimes I think she spends too much time sleeping but I can do something about that. I just wake her up!! Actually, Hemingway does that more than I do, but I’m learning from him.
There are these noisy little chirpy sounds outside Mom’s bedroom window. I keep jumping up to look outside. I think I’ve discovered what’s making the noise. Mom has this wooden thing hanging from the clothespost and there are these little things with long arms that sort of hop around and even fly! I wish I could fly. Wouldn’t that be fun? Anyway, I asked Hemingway about those things and he said they’re called birds and that Mom has a house for them on the clothespost. I don’t think I’d like a house way up in the air like that. So, those “birds” hang around there and make all sorts of interesting noises. I get real excited when they start flying.
There are dogs living in the human houses behind us and beside us. They like to bark and run around and sometimes their noises scare me. Hemingway’s not scared at all. In fact, one of his best friends is the dog next door. He and Champ love to see each other. Hemingway seems so brave to me!
I also hear lots of small humans making noise across the street. Mom told me that there are softball diamonds over there and that kids come and play softball. That has me so confused. I’ve heard that diamonds are expensive. Is a “softball diamond” the most expensive or the least? If it’s really expensive, then how come people don’t steal them? And how do you play softball? I have some balls with bells in them and I like to kick them around on the floor. Sometimes I pick them up and carry them into another room. Is that anything like playing softball?
I’m getting hungry. All this thinking is hard. I just keep getting more and more questions popping up in my head and Mom’s not here right now to explain and of course old Hemingway is sleeping.
Can anyone help me with all these problems?
Mom shut me in her room last night while I was sleeping. When she opened the door I went dashing out and I couldn’t believe my eyes. My favorite tree was gone!
Mom has a big plumeria tree that she keeps inside when it’s really cold outside. When spring comes she moves it outside so there’s more room in the house. Last year when I first arrived at my new home, the tree was inside and I was so happy. My very own tree!! Mom had to tell me lots of times not to climb on it. I still had to try. After all, I needed to practice my climbing skills. Then before I knew it, the tree was gone. When Mom let me outside I discovered that my tree was on the deck and I was so happy to see it again. Then the weather started getting colder and Mom brought my tree back inside. By then Shakespeare was living with us so I introduced him to my tree. All winter we had so much fun doing pull-ups on one of the lower branches. We would jump up on the entertainment center and bat at the leaves on the top of the tree. Mom had some wind chimes hanging from some branches so she always knew when we were playing with my tree.
Now my tree is gone again! In fact, I think all of the plants are gone and that means I won’t be able to stare at dirt. What am I going to do? Do you think Mom could “plant” some dirt for me and bring it in so I could stare at it when she’s at work?
I was so sad last night that I just sat where my tree had been and kept looking around for something else I could play with. I spent most of the night thinking about my tree. Finally around 3 am I came up with some good ideas to keep me busy so I went to tell Mom. She was sleeping and wasn’t too happy with me. She just didn’t understand what I was trying to tell her so I kept her awake for two hours while I tried to explain. I think she got a little upset ‘cuz she ended up shutting her bedroom door with me on the other side! I was so concerned about my tree and I couldn’t figure out how to let her know.
What am I going to do????
Are my eyes turning green like yours, Hemingway?
No. Why would you ask something silly like that?
Well, I’ve been looking outside and those big stick-like things that Mom calls trees used to be brown and black and now they seem to have some green color to them.
Don’t you remember last spring and summer when Mom told you about the leaves coming out on the trees?
No. I wasn’t even born until the end of March and Mom didn’t bring me home until June. I was too scared to go outside and look around. I was much more interested in finding out where the food was and where the litter box was. I didn’t get any lesson on trees. It seems like they’ve been brown and black for a REALLY long time!!!! How long do they get to stay green?
In cat years, I think it’s maybe a couple of hours. Mom says it’s a few months, but even she’s starting to doubt that now. Have you heard her complaining about the weather? She hasn’t been real happy with all the cold and the white stuff that kept falling for so long. Maybe she’ll be happy now that the sun is shining and she doesn’t have to put on a coat to go outside.
I still think my eyes are turning green…………