Saturday, October 1, 2011

Life as a Cookie - Part Seven

Another post by Oreo, the kooky cookie cat, with the help of Reffie's Evil Twin.

I'm finally able to get to the laptop while Reffie takes a shower.  I usually like to accompany her to the shower because it's a fun place with stuff spouting and spewing everywhere.  I don't understand why I get wet, though.  I don't really like that.

I've been most unhappy with this female human lately.  She does not sit down much and I like laps.  I captured her today, though, when she sat down and put a newspaper in her lap.  Hee Hee.  All mine.  While she attempted to open and read it,  I wrestled with her clothing.  She has this string thing on her shorts.  Ooh ahh.  I untied it several times so it could be long enough for me to practice making string art.   She must not have approved of my masterpieces...

Sigh.  I got in trouble.  She said something about my claws and teeth on her bare belly.  It's her own fault.  She folded up her blouse because I kept snagging it.

The humans took a vacation last month and left me to fend for myself.

Oreo, Reffie's friends visited you every day.

Huh?  Oh yeah.  One of them brought me a hollow round thing that made a funky noise when it hit the floor (a ping-pong ball).  I got tired of listening to it so I hid it.  Reffie looks for it occasionally but the foolish girl has not discovered my toy stash.

Reffie and Hubby are excited about something red.  I think that's cool because I also get excited about something red.  It's a dot.  That's right, a red dot.  It has something to do with a device that they hold in their paws.  I'm not sure how it works but this red dot flies all over the place.  It is my mission in life to capture and conquer that bothersome orb.

The red causing all the excitement for the humans is baseball.  The Texas Rangers are in the playoffs!

Scoot.  Scoot.  DOWN OREO!

Sheesh.  He just takes over.  I wanted to share a photo with you.  It's been a rough summer but my Texas Sage ignored that and bloomed anyway.


 Unfortunately, I nearly had a cow when I opened my water bill.  :(


12 comments:

Belle said...

Great post, Oreo. I like to sit on laps too but I've grown too big now. I'm glad the humans came home.

Quirkyloon said...

Laps are way overrated. Although, if one had an iPad that's where it would rest.

Hmm.

I changed my mind. Laps are great! Laps are good! You go Oreo!

And sheesh, give Reffie a break wouldja? hee hee

VE said...

Oh sure, I come back and cats have taken over the blog! And I even posted about Texas today...

ReformingGeek said...

@Belle - Thanks. Surely you can sit in Santa's lap. :)

@Quirky - Thanks. Oreo is calmer since he read your comment.

@VE - Cats are sneaky like that. Welcome back. I loved your Texas post!

Rob-bear said...

Bear is always wary of cats. Where I live there are some big ones, and occasionally I get attacked.
Are you friendly cat, Oreo?

Sue said...

You go Texas Sage! Look Mother Nature in the face and bloom!

Ziva said...

Oh, Darth Vader is also crazy about a red dot that only comes out when his humans pick up a little device and point it around. When Darth Vader hears the click of the device, he immediately comes running and starts looking for the red dot. Silly cat.

Lauren said...

Where does the lap go when a human stands?

I wonder where my cat keeps her stash of catnip.

The Texas sage is gorgeous. I think it's time to fed exp you some rain. We've got too much here.

ReformingGeek said...

@Rob-bear - Oreo won't hurt you, Bear.

@Sue - Absolutely!

@Ziva - Try a light saber.

@Lauren - Yes. Please send rain. I'll send you a lap.

K A B L O O E Y said...

There must be twenty ping pong balls stashed someplace in the house (with the spare socks?) but I can't find them. What do you varmints DO with them?

Megan (Best of Fates) said...

That's one wise cat! And who isn't' freaked out by ping pong balls?

The Constant Complainer said...

Glad you stopped by today. As you read, I was out of action for a few weeks. Trying to get caught up as we speak on this quiet Saturday night.

Have a great rest of the weekend.


"1.00s, 1.50s, 1.75s for the short arms. If you know what I'm talking about, you're probably old, too."

"Boomer brain fog: What was the last, middle, and first part of what you just said to me?"