The female human found my toy stash. I slid my wine cork and my fluffy round mouse under the display cabinet saving them for a rainy day. The next thing I knew the female was on my floor with her big head and eyeballs peeking underneath the cabinet. She reached under there with a stick and brought out my toys and a few bugs (yummy). Sheesh. I HAD to play with them just to make her feel like she did something special.
Um, Oreo Cat? You're so silly. Your paw could not reach those toys. They were gone forever.
What? I don't quite get that.
I've noticed that it's getting harder and harder to jump up on tall things like the female's "Irony bored." Who is Irony? Why is she bored?
Oreo, it's an IRONING BOARD. The female, Reffie, presses clothing on it.
What? Why would she do that? I don't quite get it.
Why can't I get my belly up there anymore?
Oh. Are you saying I'm getting fat?
Is this the belly you speak of?
A new toy appeared over the weekend. It was brown and almost dead. The humans obviously did not provide this toy as they seemed a bit upset that this thing was in their kitchen. I tried to get it to move and play with me but the male human made it go away.
That was a scorpion, Oreo Beast. It might sting you!
Oreo notices his wine cork on the floor and pounces upon it. It rolls and he chases it around, emptying his head of all memories and unlikely understanding of possibly getting stung by a scorpion.
That silly female got up too early Sunday morning. She said she was going to a race where she had to swim, cycle, and run. Yawn. I thought for sure it was play time or I would at least get a snack. Pffft. She patted my head, told me to be a good kitty, and left.
Yeah, right. I went back to bed. I waited a couple of hours and then started to engage the male human in play using my claws and teeth towards the center of his body near his legs.
I got in trouble. :(
Since the female obviously likes to rise early, I thought that 4:30 am this morning would be a good time to show off my sharp claws making a nest in the sheets near her legs.
Sigh. Life is hard for a kitty.