Looky Mom! I gotcha somethin'!
I catched a mouse!All by myself I catched a mouse!
Mom said "Good kitty! Good kitty!"and gave me lots of scritches on my head.
Her said it prolly not a mouse. It prolly a short-tail shrew.
Showing posts with label outside. Show all posts
Showing posts with label outside. Show all posts
Monday, July 13, 2009
Mouse!
Looky Mom! I gotcha somethin'!I catched a mouse!All by myself I catched a mouse!
Mom said "Good kitty! Good kitty!"and gave me lots of scritches on my head.
Her said it prolly not a mouse. It prolly a short-tail shrew.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
Chipmunk!
I almost catched a chipmunk! Him ran an' ran, an' I chased an' chased, an' him ran up the screens on the front porch.
An' I ran up the screens on the front porch. An' Mom yelled at me to get off the screens, an' her ran outside. An' when her saw I was chasin' a chipmunk her made me come inside.
An' the chipmunk getted away.
Foo.
An' I ran up the screens on the front porch. An' Mom yelled at me to get off the screens, an' her ran outside. An' when her saw I was chasin' a chipmunk her made me come inside.
An' the chipmunk getted away.
Foo.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Outside
We getted to go outside our new house!
I jus' like takin' my time an' lookin' aroun' a lot.
I go explore when I'm ready.
It's furry big out here.
I sticked by Dad in case him was scared.
See Rascal, I am too brave!
Mom says I'm a camouflage cat.
I think I explored enuf.I think I'll jus' look aroun' from here.
Maybe I'll come outside again some time.Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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.
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.
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
'Scaped!
I 'scaped last night!
Dad opened the door an' I ran out as fas' as I could. Mom an' Dad hollered at me but I was too busy lookin' fur bugs!
They runned after me but I runned faster. I runned down the breezeway to the back stairs!
I runned ofur to the fence an' looked ofur the edge! Mom an' Dad figgured I'd run down the stairs but they nefur thinked I'd jump. 
But I did! I jumped right down to the groun' an' kept on runnin! Mom an' Dad freaked out! Mom runned down the front steps an' Dad runned down the back steps but I was too fas' an' runned to the front of the buildin' afore they getted me. There was a big kitty there so I ran unner the cars. Mom an' Dad were callin' an' callin' me, an' lookin' unner the cars. It was dark so I hided purrty good.Finally I letted Mom catch me acuz I didn't know what to do next. Mom an' Dad were worried acuz they thinked I hurted myself, but I didn't. So they fussed an' fussed at me acuz I coulda gotted hurt, but I didn't care acuz I had fun.
An' that's how I 'scaped.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Out
Sometimes Mom takes me out.
There are things to look at.
There are things to sneak up on.
There are trees to climb on.
I like to go out.Saturday, December 23, 2006
Saturday, November 04, 2006
Outside
We're baaaaaaack! An I am furry happy it didn't take too long, cuz I wanna tell ya about goin outside.
Mom putted my harness on again. I didn't get so mad or put a hard bitey on her like the first time.
This time we didn't play, a'cuz she putted me into the PTU. We didn't get into the car but Mom carried me a little ways. Then she putted me down an opened the door.
It was furry strange out there.
I was ascared but I jus hadda see what was out there.
I decided to take a better look from a safe place.
I 'membered bein furry little an bein outside. I 'member not knowin where my momma was, or my brofurs an sisfurs, or my warm cozy home. I 'member bein furry scared. Then a big human founded me an took me to the humane shelter. I lived there in a little cage fur 2 an a half months, until Mom taked me home wif her.
I thought Mom might be scared too,
so I climbed in her lap to comfort her.
When I thought she wasn't ascared anymore,
I laid on the bench next to her an looked around.
Then she putted me on the ground to sniff it.
I wented jus a little ways all by myself.
It am furry big out here.
Mom putted my harness on again. I didn't get so mad or put a hard bitey on her like the first time.
This time we didn't play, a'cuz she putted me into the PTU. We didn't get into the car but Mom carried me a little ways. Then she putted me down an opened the door.
It was furry strange out there.
I was ascared but I jus hadda see what was out there.There was lotsa leafs, an trees, an buildins, an noises. Sometimes I heard woofies somewheres. A little ways off cars would sometimes go by. I could hear birds chirpin, an squirrels fussin. Leafs fluttered down all aroun' us.
I decided to take a better look from a safe place.I 'membered bein furry little an bein outside. I 'member not knowin where my momma was, or my brofurs an sisfurs, or my warm cozy home. I 'member bein furry scared. Then a big human founded me an took me to the humane shelter. I lived there in a little cage fur 2 an a half months, until Mom taked me home wif her.
I thought Mom might be scared too,so I climbed in her lap to comfort her.
When I thought she wasn't ascared anymore,I laid on the bench next to her an looked around.
Then she putted me on the ground to sniff it.I wented jus a little ways all by myself.
It am furry big out here.
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