Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Life as a Cookie - Part Eight

I'm back.  I hope you haven't forgotten me.  I've been filling out quite nicely, eating lots of whatever the silly Humans will give me.  Waddle, waddle. I have toys hidden all over this place, a reasonably clean litter box, and a couple of walking warm spots at my beck and call.  The Humans tell me I have it good.

Hum....I don't think so.  There aren't any mice here.

The Humans have erected some sort of shrine.  It looks like something that should be outside and something I'm sure I must have climbed in a previous life.  The female spent hours decorating my den and put what she called "orny mentz" on the shrine.

Ahem...that's "ornaments", and it's Christmas time.  The humans deck the halls.

Here is their shrine.  It looks like a tree with snow on it.

Whatever.  Those things are shiny and they move.  They must be my toys.  The Humans give me the stink eye if I even think about looking at their shrine.  Pffft.  I will show them.  If it's the last thing I do (and it might be), I vow to destroy that shrine bit by bit while they sleep.

 Now THIS is more like it.  
These decorative critters are closer to my size.
Whoa!  There's my toy mouse on the floor.  Cool!

OK.  Let's move on.  The sleeping conditions around here are pretty darn good.  Thicker and more cuddly cushy things have appeared on my bed and the walking warm spots have grown accustomed to me using their limbs as pillows.   Oh yeah.  They have their own pillows.  I like those, too.  

When the female gets up in the mornings, I'm still cold so I like to stay in the warm place she's abandoned.  Today, she tried to kill me.  I was in my cave and she tried to smother me with the cushy things.  Sigh.  I showed her.  I was a BIG, SCARY, ROARING (ok, squeaking) BEAST reaching my paw out from the cave and swatting her.  

Oreo, she was just trying to make the bed.  She didn't know you remained in the warm place.  You tricked her.
 See.  There's my cave!

The humans have told me that Santa may bring me something for Christmas if I'm a good kitty.

Well, I guess this Santa will have a lighter load around here this year.


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

Shrine and walking warm spots. Hehehehe. What kind of traffic jam is going on on the staircase?

Belle said...

I love how your house is decorated. The bears on the stairs look so cute. My daughter's cat Toosie used to climb the tree and sit there for a spell. It was a disaster.

Suzanne said...

I guess that's another difference between cats and dogs. My dog hasn't even sniffed the tree, she has absolutely no interest in it at all.

ReformingGeek said...

@Kablooey - Ah, the staircase is perfect for my quiet furry creatures. Hee Hee. I think they actually scare Oreo Cat.

@Belle - Thanks! So far, so good, on the tree.

@Sue - Good dog. Good dog. I'm watching Cat carefully!

Deb said...

NutJob also will leap into the still warmness of the bed as soon as my feet hit the floor. It's not like we let them rule the roost or anything.

Gotta go. The dog is scratching at the treat cabinet.

Anonymous said...

Oreo just be glad the lady didn't say, HORNY MENTZ.

I would've called PETA for you.


*evil grin*

heh heh


If you take your little mouse and V*E*R*Y carefully place it inside the tree, you will be rewarded, my feline friend. Humans can jump higher than you think.

Unknown said...

I love the pictures. Lovely tree.

Why do cats and dogs always insist on helping to make the bed?

Is that the stuffed animal version of Occupy Wall Street?

ReformingGeek said...

@Deb - Cats rule, dogs drool! Nutjob must be part cat. :)

@Quirky - How did you know that's what I wrote originally? Hee Hee.

@Beau's Mom - Thanks. I didn't think of that. I will try that tonight.

@Lauren - Thanks! My stuffed crazies are behaving well as they protest the lack of animation around here.

Belle said...

I just noticed I forgot to answer you on your comment on my blog last night. I added an answer today. Thank you so much for what you said. I truly appreciate it.

Ed & Jeanne said...

Seriously...I wouldn't want Santa bringing anything to me that caused him to have a lighter load...

"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?"