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Looky at meeeeee!

I getted up here all by myself.

Hmm. I wunner if I can jump onto the roof.

Mom said "no" to that so I'll jus' sit here an' enjoy the view.

Peek-A-Boo

A Scary Story

Catzee's Mom here. We don't celebrate Halloween, but today seemed like a good day to share this scary story about Catzee.

The other morning I woke up a little late. Sometimes Rascal and Catzee let me sleep in, sometimes they want me up for some reason or other. Rascal used to wake us up at 4 am, like clockwork, when he was allowed outside. Now that he has to be an inside cat, he doesn't bother. Even so, neither cat minds standing at our heads and meowing loudly if they want something. That morning however, I didn't hear a peep out of either one of them.

As soon as I realized that it was after eight o'clock, I got up, and went into the kitchen to push the button on the coffee pot. I puttered around for a few minutes, but no kitties appeared to see what I was up to, and whether or not there was anything in it for them. This isn't that unusual either, as sometimes sleeping is more important that seeing what I'm up to.

About halfway through my cup of coffee, Rascal showed up to greet me good morning. By the time I finished the cup, I realized that I hadn't seen Catzee yet. This was a little unusual, but not unheard of. When I went into the bedroom to get dressed for the day, I looked around for her, but she was nowhere in sight.

Wondering where in the world she was hiding, I began to call her. No Catzee. She wasn't in their cat tree, so I looked in all the windows. Then I looked on the dining room chair cushions and couch cushions. Still no Catzee. I looked in my loom room, where she likes to curl up on the floor. I even checked all the cabinets; had she accidentally gotten shut up in one of them all night??? No Catzee.

I was getting worried now. Had she hurt herself during the night? Had she gotten sick? Had something fallen on her? But surely I would have heard something which would have woken me up. I asked Rascal, "Where's Catzee?" but he just blinked at me.

All of a sudden I remembered her great escape. Was it possible that somehow she had snuck out the door last night? I knew from experience that she could zip through it like lightening. I also knew that she didn't think anything of jumping off the second story balcony if she got out there. Had she slipped out when I went to leave a few scraps for Opie?

With these thoughts in mind I began to panic. I couldn't get my shoes on fast enough. I ran out the door and began to call her.

Our apartment complex is quite large, with a dozen or so buildings of eight to sixteen apartments each. That means there are four large parking lots as well. A triple train track runs the length of the complex on the other side of the driveway; very noisy! The one nice thing about it is that it is nestled in a wooded area, so there are lots of trees behind the buildings, and even a little creek that runs through the woods between two of them. If you've followed Catzee's blog for awhile, then you may remember that I used to put her in her harness and take her for walks down there.

My plan was to start looking for her by following the path we used to take on our walks. I had deliberately always taken her on the same route, thinking that if she ever did sneak out, she would go that same way out of habit. What worried me was whether or not she would come when I called. Every other time she escaped, she had ignored me because she wanted to be out so badly. Those times however, we were after her as soon as she was out the door (or off the balcony), so I was able to chase her down until she finally let me catch her. This time, I didn't have a clue as to where she was, and whether or not she wanted to be caught.

I walked behind the buildings all the way down to the creek, calling "Catzee!" No Catzee. I walked back toward our apartment in front of the buildings, looking in the parking lots and under cars. Still no Catzee. When I got to our breezeway, I checked to see if she had showed up at our door, and then kept on going toward the other side of the building, calling "Catzee! Catzee!" If I didn't find her there, I didn't know what I would do. There was no other place to look. My only hope then, would be to put up flyers and hope someone had found her and taken her in. At least I hadn't found her little body run over by a car in the parking lot.

As I neared the corner of the building, I heard a little mew. I ran around to that side and there she was, standing on a downstairs window ledge. As soon as she saw me she jumped down and came running to me! I scooped her up and she purred, and purred, and purred. We went back inside and she immediately ran to the food dish.

After being out all night, she spent the rest of the day curled up, sound asleep on my bathrobe. I spent the rest of the day thankful that she was okay. Oddly, Rascal never even seemed to notice. Or if he did, he never let on. I reckon he had known all along that she was all right.

Got It!

Mom sez, "Oh no, not again."
I sez, "I win!"

Confessions

Firs' of all, did efurry kitty see my limerick at Karen Jo's bloggy??? Her writed me a limerick and I am furry proud of it.

Next, Victor Tabbycat tagged me fur true confessions! We're spposed to confess all the naughty kitty stuff we do but Mom says we don't haf enuf time fur all the naughty stuff I do so this is it:

1. I like to spill water an' get it all offur the floor.
2. I jump on the table when nobody's lookin.' I'm not spposed to do that but I'm just lookin' fur kitty treats. Or plates to lick. Or bowls.
3. I jump on Rascal's head effurry time he comes in from the balcony.
4. I try to sneak on onto the balcony.
5. I try to jump off the balcony.
6. I try to sneak out effurry time the front door opens.
7. I claw at the screens tryin' to figgur out how to get outside. Our screens haf kitty claw marks on 'em.
8. I scratch all the door frames an' now they have kitty claw scratches all over 'em
9. I fling kitty litter out of the kitty box. An' poop. But only sometimes. Maybe once a day. The poop I mean. I fling the litter out all the time.
10. I love to tear paper. I put my front paws on it and grab it wif my teef an' pull. Mom finks I'm part rabbit.
11. I love to bite Mom's yarn. Sometimes I bitey it in two! An' her fusses when her yarns wet.
12. I pull stuff off Mom's bulletin board wif my teef.
13. I tear aroun' the house when effurrybodys tryin' to sleep.
14. I steal socks when Mom's tryin' to fold laundry
15. ......... huh? What? But I gots more to tell. Ok Mom. Sorry.

Mom says thats enuf.

Socks

How to Play Socks. By Catzee.

Firs', wait till yur Mom is doin' laundry an' has a nice pile of clean folded socks on the bed.

Help yurself.

Try differnt colors. They're all good.

Iffen her yells at ya,

jus' ignore her.

Iffen her tries to get 'em,

run away.

The important thing is to have fun.

The End.

Yarn?

Mom: Catzee, where are you?

Catzee: In the kitchen Mom.

Mom: What are you doing?

Catzee: Playin'.

Mom: You're not playing with my yarn are you?

Catzee: Oh no! I'm playin' wif my fev-ver butt mousie!

Mom: I can't find some of my yarn. You haven't seen my ball of yarn have you?

Catzee: Well, iffen I did I don't know how it gotted into the kitchen.

Mom: Hmmm. Do tell.

Banned

The College Kid found this on his desk .......

.....an' now I'm not 'llowed in his room anymore. Him said it's a 'portant paper from his purrfessor so him knows when to study fur his tests. Why does efurry body fink I did it? Just 'cuz I done this......

an' this .....


.... doesn't mean I tore up his paper. I was jus' lookin' unner it fur pencils to play wif.

Mom says him needs to keep his desk neater, but him says I'm banned from him's room. Now Mom fusses at me iffen her finks I'm in there.

But how does her know to holler "get down" iffen her can't even see me in there? Can moms see through walls?

2T

I wanted to make Tuesday T fur Torti Tummy. But Mom says T is fur Trouble. Not cuz her catched me sleepin' wif the clean laundry, but cuz of this.

Orny-ments

Mom says these am not toys, these am orny-ments.
I fink thats whatcha call a toy on a tree.

But I finded this one on the floor...........

..........so its a toy, right????

Mom taked it away from me anyways.

Toys

Mom's been fussin' 'bout the Christmas toys. She wants ta know what they're doin' all ofur the place. She says they belong on the Christmas Tree.




I don't unnerstand. Since when do toys belong in trees???? An' since when are kitties supposed ta pick up their own toys???? An' who is this Santy Claws anyways? An' whats bein' good got ta do wif presents?

Village

This am Mom's Christmas Village. Rascal says her mom makes her somefing new fur it erfurry year, an Mom puts it up efurry Christmas. She am furry proud of it.

Now she says somekitty am messin' wif it. Her says these pichurs am proof.

She's not furry happy 'bout it. Her says her doesn't want all the little trees all chewed up.

What makes her fink I hadded anyfing to do wif it?

Gotcha

Mom: Catzee, you're awful quite. What are you doing?

Catzee: Nuffin', Mom!

Mom: Where are you!

Catzee: Don't worry Mom. I'm not doin' nuffin' in yur baf room.

Mom: You're not trying to scoot your water dish around again I hope.

Catzee: Not me!

Mom: You'd better not be, Young Lady. So what exactly are you doing in there?

Catzee: I'm jus tryin to gets a bug. I fink it am climbin up the wall, an I wants to gets it afore it gets you.

Mom: I don't see any bug.

Catzee: It am here somewheres!

Mom: Right.........

Water Dish

After what happened wif the last water dish, Mom gotted a new one.

She putted it in the corner.

She didn't fink I could scoot it aroun.

But I did anyways.

It were furry hard work.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't scoot it furry far.

So I scooched up the bafroom rug fur a nice cozy nap instead.

Yarn

Mom waked me up from a purrfectly good nap ta ask me what happened ta her knittin' yarn. I jus gave her the sleepy blinks, so she took me in ta see this:




I don't know why she waked me up instead of Rascal. Jus' a'cuz he says he's too big ta fit out that lil kitty door doesn't mean I did it.