Bright Light

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.

Mom! There are birds out there!!!

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!

Here’s proof that I have been outside in the past.

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!!!!

Noises

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?

What Happened????

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! 

We loved to play in the tree!

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????

Mom took her plumeria outside so now I have nothing to climb.


Changes

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…………

Drippy Monday

Hemingway, what was that loud noise this morning?  At first I thought it was you jumping off of Mom’s desk, but even you can’t make that much noise.  Then there was a flash of light like Mom was taking my picture….but I knew it wasn’t her ‘cuz she was still sleeping.  Then that loud noise again.  I looked outside and it was wet everywhere.  I don’t understand.

That’s what they call rain, thunder and lightning.  The only reason I know is ‘cuz I heard that little man in the TV box who talks about the weather.  When I first saw rain I thought there was some big faucet outside that someone had turned on and I wanted to go out and play in it.  Mom told me I wouldn’t like getting that wet and I think she’s right.  I like to put my paws in water and splash but I don’t think I want water all over me!  Ebony doesn’t seem to mind if she goes out in the rain but she’s a dog and doesn’t know better.

Well, I don’t know if I really like the loud noises.  I hope that doesn’t happen too often and I really hope the noises don’t get any louder!  Oh, and I’m sure I wouldn’t want to go out and get all wet.  Just think how stupid my tail would look!  I need to keep my tail dry and fluffy so people will admire it.

You are such a goof, Shakespeare.  My tail is just as pretty and I don’t brag about it all the time.  At least when Mom’s friend visited on Saturday she kept saying that I was elegant!  I think that’s better than having a big tail.

No way!!!

Hey………I think it’s time for a snack and then a nap.  I sure hope you didn’t eat all the food this morning!

Happy Mother’s Day

Hey Shakespeare, I was watching TV with Mom the other night and the people were talking about Mother’s Day.  I looked at the calendar Mom has hanging on the wall and it said today is Mother’s Day.

What does that mean?

It means we are supposed to honor our mothers and show them how much we love them.

Hemingway, you do know that Mom isn’t our real mom, don’t you?  I mean…she doesn’t look a thing like either of us.  She’s much taller and she doesn’t have fur.

Shakespeare, sometimes I wonder how long it’s going to take you to grow up.  I know that Mom adopted us.  That’s even more reason for us to show her how much we love her.  She chose us from all those homeless kittens out there.  We were special in her eyes, and in our eyes she’s special to us.

Do you think humans thought up this holiday?  I’m thinking cats thought it up ‘cuz we are just naturally loving and caring.

I don’t know about that, but I know I’m going to be extra nice to Mom today.  She’s getting older and she can’t run around and chase us all the time.  I’m going to try to stay out of trouble all day long and I think you should try to do the same, Shakespeare.

Hemingway, I’m a very good kitty.  I don’t jump up on Mom’s desk all the time like you do.

Well, I don’t jump up to see what’s in the sink.

Shhhhhhhhhhh……….I think Mom’s coming.  We better stop arguing and start purring.

We love you, Mom!!

Happy Mother's Day

It’s Friday!!!

Mom really likes Fridays.  I can tell.  When the alarm goes off, she kind of smiles as she shuts it off so it won’t ring the next day.  That’s the only day she does that so maybe that’s why she likes Fridays.  She’s happier when she leaves the house in the morning and she’s really happy when she comes home at night.  I don’t know if it’s a human thing or what, but it’s kind of interesting.  She says her retired friends don’t have to set alarms.

I’ve heard her talk about some of her friends being retired.  I don’t understand, Hemingway.  Does that mean they were tired and then got tired all over again?  Why don’t they just stay tired?  Seems silly to get tired again.

Shakespeare, you’re babbling.  I actually feel sorry for her friends who are retired.  From what I understand, a human who is retired doesn’t go to work like Mom does.  That means they can’t get real happy about Fridays ‘cuz every day is pretty much the same.

I would get bored with that.

Me too!  I need variety.  Hey, while she’s at work today maybe I can figure out how to turn on her alarm clock again so she’ll think tomorrow is Friday and she’ll be happy again.

Even though I’m younger, somehow I don’t think that will work.

I guess not.  I’ll just wake her up early the way I usually do.  Let’s go see if she left any treats out by mistake.

Mayo in the sink????

Mom said we should post this again since it’s that special day.  This was first posted when I was just a kitten and didn’t know much.

 

Hemingway, what is Mom talking about?  I’m trying to figure out another one of those “human” things.   She said something about mayo in the sink.  I went and looked and I didn’t see anything.  Am I missing out on something?  Do you know what she’s talking about?

Shakespeare, you know you’re not supposed to be up on the counter.  I’m going to tell Mom that you’re snooping again.

Well, I’m just trying to figure out what all the excitement is about.  I even heard them talking about it on the news this morning when Mom was trying to wake up.

I didn’t hear anything about it but I was busy staring at the dirt again.  I love to do that.  Maybe I can become the world’s best “dirt starer” and make lots of money for treats and toys.

Hemingway, you are so strange.  How can I find out about  mayo in the sink?

We could Google it.  Mom showed me how to do that.

Hey, I never thought about that!

I can’t see when you have your big tail in the way, Shakespeare!

Hey…………is this what you were hearing?  Is it Cinco de Mayo?

Maybe.  I heard “mayo” and that made me think of sandwiches and you know I love bread.  I figured Mom had some sandwiches in the sink or something.  If there isn’t any bread involved then I’ll let the humans deal with the “mayo”.

Well, I’m not too sure what it’s all about but I don’t think they mean there’s mayo in the sink.  We’ll have to ask Mom about it when she gets home from work.

I’m going to go take a nap now.  Leave the computer alone!


Cat Chatter

I woke up from my nap and I was just sitting here thinking about things.  For instance, take a look at my foot. 

                            Hemingway ponders the colors on his feet.

I have really black fur and then really white fur.  How does the hair know what color it should be?  What happens if the white hairs jump across that invisible line?  If a black hair shows up in the white, should I pull it?  How does my fur know to make a nice clean line there on my foot?  If I get my nice white foot muddy will Mom get mad?  I’m thinking I probably already know the answer to that one!

How come my fur is shiny and black and Shakespeare’s fur is long, fluffy and shades of orange?  What would I look like if my fur was orange?


Have you ever sat and stared at dirt?  I do it all the time.  Mom has some plants in the house and she can’t understand why I’m so fascinated with staring at the dirt.  Have you ever noticed all the different colors and textures?  It’s like staring into a mud puddle or looking at those white fluffy things in the sky and making pictures in your mind.  I can do that with dirt.  It’s fun.  You should try it sometime!

Ok, I’ve thought enough.  It’s time to go chase Shakespeare!!