Up close and personal.

In the afternoon, I usually like to take an afternoon nap up on the shelf in the old guy’s office.  It’s a nice place to get away from it all and just relax.  Yesterday, Rich saw me up there and just had to get up close to mess with me.  He sure does get that camera right in my face and he had better watch out if he doesn’t want to be paying out for repairs.  Of course, I am kinda cute and he can certainly take some nice shots of me.  I guess I’d better find a few new places to hide if I want a little privacy. 

I want in there.

I don't know what happened to some of my stuff since Rich moved in, but I know it's somewhere around the house.  I'm sure I saw my stuffed owl a couple of days ago, but now I can't find it and I think it may be in Rich's wardrobe.  It looks easy to open the door, but I just can't seem to do it with my paws.  I'm figuring that if I try long enough, the old guy will get off his chair and let me in there.  C'mon Rod, open the door and let me take a look in there.


 

Testing the water.

I don’t know why water is so fascinating to me.  It’s not like I like to get wet, but I can’t resist a running faucet.  I’ve watched dogs swimming around and jumping into water on TV and I’m certainly not going to do anything that dumb. I heard the old guy say that they’re even going to have a dog surfing contest today in Oceanside, one of our neighboring cities.  They’ll do anything to get attention.  No self-respecting cat would allow a human to make it do anything like that.   

That's stretching it a little.

I found a rubber band on the floor yesterday while I was playing with the boiled egg.  The old guy usually doesn't like me to play with them because he says I could swallow one and cause all kinds of problems. This time, I promised I'd be real careful so he let me have it for a while.  Rubber bands are so much fun and I can do all kinds of things with them.  I can also lay on the floor and still play. The only problem, is that it's hard for me to get my paws on them for very long.

On a roll

Yesterday, the old guy went to Costco and picked up a few things including a new carton of eggs.  He still had some in the refrigerator, so he boiled a half dozen of them and let me play with one while it was cooling off.  It's a lot of fun pushing an egg around the floor, but I'm not as energetic as I was the last time he let me do it.  I'd rather lay on the floor and just give it a nudge every once in a while.  Rod has cut way back on the number of treats he gives me and even on the amount of cat food I get.  Maybe I'll lose a little weight and be more active.


 

Fun with feathers

I’ve noticed some big changes in the way I’ve been feeling lately.  I’ll be one year old in a couple of weeks and the old guy keeps reminding me that I’m no longer really a kitten.  He says that cats don’t age the same way as dogs and that I’m now about 18 years old in human years.  Can you remember when you were 18?  The old guy says that was a pretty rough time in his life.  Anyway, here’s the cat years calculator he downloaded from the computer:

•   1-month-old kitten = 6-month-old human baby

•   3-month-old kitten = 4-year-old child

•   6-month-old kitten = 10 human years old

•   8-month-old kitten = 15-year-old human

•   A 1-year-old cat has reached adulthood, the equivalent of 18 human years

•   2 human years = 24 cat years

•   4 human years = 35 cat years

•   6 human years = 42 cat years

•   8 human years = 50 cat years

•   10 human years = 60 cat years

•   12 human years = 70 cat years

•   14 human years = 80 cat years

16 human years = 84 cat years

Rich still tries to play with me like I’m a little kitty, but I just don’t seem to have all that energy anymore.  I do enjoy trying to catch the feather thing he waves around, but it’s more fun to lay on the carpet and just try to grab it.  Rod says I’m just getting fat and lazy.  That from an old guy that rarely gets off his chair to get another snack. Ha! 

On the prowl

It's weird, but when it's late at night, I get the urge to prowl around the house. The old guy is usually asleep, but last night he was watching a movie on TV and saw me prowling around.  I especially like to explore up on the ledge between the kitchen and living room.  The living room is still kind of a mess with the old TV still in there and some of Rich's other stuff that needs to go into storage.  I guess they'll eventually get it cleaned up and it will be easier for me to get into some places I haven't been able to reach.  I need to find a few more hideouts where I can pounce out on Rich when he's not expecting it.