Life as a Cookie - Chapter Eleven

I'm back.   I like the sun on my belly and I'm so very cute!  

Snort.

That wasn't nice, Evil Twin, but I'll forgive you since you gave me an extra teaspoon of yummy stuff to get me to write this
post.

I want to tell you all about my hidey-holes.   These are the places I go when I need to chill or get away from it all.  We all know how hard a domestic house cat's life is, don't we?  Please keep this between us. I don't want the humans to know about these secret places.

This is my cave.  It has a cushy floor, a nice roof, and makes a great viewing area to keep an eye on red dot:

This is my cave.  I like to tunnel under this cushy thing, hiding while sticking my butt and pointy tail out.  Yeah.  The humans will never find me.  It also doubles as a play area for my favorite game -  jump and catch the flying mouse (shown deceased next to my pile of soft):

This is my cave.  Yes, I like caves.  It smells like people feet but it's dark, cool, and quiet.  I can get a good snooze on here:

I hope you like my hidey-holes.

Some things I've learned in this life of imprisonment with the humans:

• When the noisy device next to the female's side of the bed speaks, it is time for her to rise and escort me to my food bowl, stroking my back and scratching my hind-quarters while I feast.  If she silences the device and turns over for another snooze, she is punished by me walking on her chest.   For some reason, I get pushed off the bed occasionally.

Oreo, your food automatically dispenses.  You can leave the bed and go eat at anytime.

Huh?

• If I nibble at the humans' calves, they squeal.  Hee Hee.  But then they get the spray bottle and spray me with water.  I don't like that much.

So what have you learned, Oreo?

Huh?

Shut up and food me you stupid human.

My birthday was swell, now for a SWIRL..

The birthday with a zero in it came and went.  A good time was had by all.  Plenty of food and a few yummy margaritas were consumed.

Crazy things happen on or near my birthday.  In the past, my favorite aunt died and four years later my grandmother died. In 2000, a tornado hit downtown Fort Worth, sending debris through my workplace's windows and surprised co-workers into the stairwells. In recent years, we had a damaging hailstorm which was the last straw for our roof.   Last year, my cousin was electrocuted helping a friend trim trees.   :( This year, an older neighbor died and a few days later, 14 tornadoes whirled through the D/FW area, doing what tornadoes do - wrecking homes and throwing trailers about. 

One local woman told a story worthy of Dorothy and Toto.  The tornado picked up her mobile home and tossed it around like a paper sack in the wind. She held her little doggie the whole time.  Her trailer landed belly up but she and the pup walked out of there!  Wowie.  My pants would have been brown.

That same tornado touched down again about 2 miles from my mom's house.  Fortunately, Mom didn't have any damage and she didn't even get to see the blasted spinning circle of hell.  A friend from high school who lives near the area of that same tornado claims he saw a flying cow.  Twice.  Haha.  I think he was stretching the truth just a bit there.  Maybe...

We weren't close to any of the tornadoes (this time) and were fortunate to get heavy rain instead of damaging hail. 

I met some friends for Happy Hour last week and I scored a bottle of wine, a nice pot (no, not THAT kind), a cute little lunch bag, and one of these:

Yeah, you're not a true Texan unless you have one of these.  No, not the silly spotted cat with the bobtail but the redneck margarita glass.  Hee Hee.

Now Easter is upon us, a time of rebirth and renewal.  It's raining here but the temperature is perfect.  I hope everyone has a great day and a wonderful week!