Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Life as a Cookie - Chapter Ten

Hello.  It's me, Oreo Cookie Cat, posting here once again.  Evil Twin is hovering over me wanting to pitch in her two cents.  I would prefer that she pitch me one of those fluttery, feathery things that buzz around outside my favorite window. 

The female was fussing about red lights.  I don't understand.  I LUV little red lights.  The next time I see one, it will be conquered.

Oreo, Reffie is frustrated about traffic.  Cars are supposed to stop at red lights and wait for the light to turn green.  Apparently, some of the drivers are impatient and continue through the intersection when it is their turn to wait.

Huh?  I have no idea what you're mumbling about.  Does it involve food?

Actually, yes, sometimes it does.  Traffic backs up as people wait to turn into a local fast food restaurant.  Reffie complains about that, too.

Do they have fish or mouse-burgers?

The humans are starving me again.  I am rebelling by fighting my water bowl.  I have killed it several times in the past few weeks.  The female squeals so when I make it bleed.   Hee Hee.

For drinking, I prefer the giant porcelain bowl in the room with moving water.

The humans are also complaining about the quality of the air in our cave.  They are saying it's raining cat hair all the time and they cough and point at me.  I just give them my cute kitty look like I don't know what they're talking about.  Then I throw some more hair.  Pffft.

Ahem.  Let me interrupt.  Here's what Oreo thinks he looks like when he's being cute and pathetic:

Here's what he actually looks like:

ME-OW!  Quit interrupting my post.  Anyway, I was going to tell you that the humans think they are clever.  They created a foraging device for me to get food. 

Reffie's Hubby made this contraption from a vitamin bottle.  The theory is that Oreo figures out how to make the food come out of the little holes Hubby made in the bottle.   Oh, and that baggie?  It contains catnip.  We like to watch Oreo slide and roll around on it.  Snort.

What? What?   I think she was talking about me but I'll get back to my story.  They tell me cats like to forage for their food.  Well, first of all, I don't know what forage means, and second.......   Oh, oh.  I see a bottle.  It rattles.   Oh boy, oh boy! There is SOMETHING in here.   FOOD!  FOOD!  FOOD!


Ooh, ahh, shiny thing.

I think we've lost Oreo for the time being. 

Friday, February 3, 2012

Things That Go Boom in the Night

Hearing a window-shaking boom in early February is usually not a good thing.  It reminded me of the early morning space shuttle boom back in 2003.  Not good.

It was Wednesday night and the geek household was settled in to catch up on some DVR TV.  Oreo Cat was having a good pre-bed snooze on top of the couch next to his favorite lap (Hubby).  Then we heard the sound. 

Oreo wakes up and looks around.

Hubby:  "What was that?"
Me:  "A sonic boom?"
Oreo:  [raises head] "Mew?"
Evil Twin:  "Aliens."

Hubby:  "Probably an earthquake."
Me:  "Yeah, Texas gets those now with all that gas drilling.  I heard they started frakking up near Southlake."
Oreo:  [lays head down, closes eyes]
Evil Twin:  "Aliens"

We were all wrong.  It was a meteorite.  It made a boom and a flash.  Many of the locals reported seeing a bright light in the sky.  It wasn't a plane and it wasn't even Superman.

Evil Twin:  "Aliens."

Meteorite 154/365

This isn't the rock that caused the boom and flash but it's a cool photo, huh?

On another note, I ran the marathon and we had a nice vacation afterwards.  Brown Bear will show off some of the souvenirs, including my finisher's medal.  Oreo supervises:

So, um, will the next meteor be the end for us?

Evil Twin:  "Aliens."

"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?"