My new perch

Daddy had to go to work today, but with mommy home all day today I tried my best to keep close to her. It wasn't easy with all her stopping, turning, bending and lifting. I followed her while she carried her basket of clothes, stood by her while she poured liquid on them inside a machine, and followed her to the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom. All this running around made me exhausted, but I didn't want to be away from her for one moment.

During all this running around, mommy stepped on me once, kicked me several times on accident, and yelled at me over and over "Cyan get out of the way!". I didn't want to make her upset, and I didn't like getting kicked or stepped on so I finally sat down on the couch to leave her alone until she got tired too.

Mommy sat down with me for a break, I cuddled on her chest while she picked up a ball of string and some sticks. At some point I fell asleep and mommy stood up. I felt her support and balance me in position as she moved around and I got to see everything from her shoulders while she worked! I loved the view, I loved her warmth and I loved the fact that I didn't have to be kicked or stepped on to walk around next to her.

At some time in the day, she put me down on the floor but I wanted desperately to get back up on her shoulders! I found my way over to the couch, climbed on the tallest part and jumped all the way up to her shoulders again as she passed by me. She let me spend most of the evening there, comfortably, wrapped around the back of her neck. I mastered the balance necessary and I learned so much just by watching her work, and the best part is I am not getting hurt or getting in her way anymore!

Cat's in the bag!

Mommy brought alot of people food home from work today. She carried in so many bags that daddy had to help her put them all down on the table! While she was putting them away in the big white food box, she rolled up the plastic bags and put them all inside one as she normally does. But this time it was so full of rolled bags that it fell over. I immediately attacked it and was about to shred it to pieces until daddy picked it up and put it back in with the others.

My curiosity was piqued, I had to explore these amazing self-expanding bags! I pulled several of them back out when daddy wasn't looking. Mommy was busy putting the human food into the big white box still so I had tons of time to examine the strange plastic bags without interruptions. I wedged the bag open and crawled inside to get to the base of the bag. I could smell the scent of chicken and mixed flavored foods so I crawled in even deeper.

While examining the inside of the plastic bag I let my guard down. Daddy walked up behind me and laughed saying "look at this little monster...". I felt the bag collapse on me and suddenly I was being lifted off the ground, tumbling around the inside of this hazy white sheet of plastic with only one opening at the top. The opening was too narrow now, my own weight pulled it shut and I was trapped inside.

I didn't feel the need to cry or complain, it was actually a bit thrilling to see how this object functions! I tried to move around and adjust to a different position but everytime I lifted weight off of one leg I felt the other side of my body collapse deeper into the bag! I shifted faster, turning and spinning, but still I could feel the tension of the plastic bag around me.

I could hear daddy laughing and saying "hey look! The cat's in the bag!". Immediately I heard mommy laugh too and I knew this was some sort of fun game for them. I still didn't fight or beg to get out, I actually found it pretty cozy inside and was sitting quite comfortably. I'm guessing daddy got bored or maybe I was getting too heavy because he put me back down on the ground and let me find my way back out of the bag again. It's a shame it couldn't last longer.

Digging in,... litter?

It's not the first time I've seen mommy do this. She picked up a large square spoon with holes in it and dug through my litter box to find every stinky object I've buried in there. I personally believe the stuff that comes OUT of my body is smelly and it is embarrassing to think anyone would have to smell it or see it, but mommy insists on digging for it every so often! Why on earth would she do that?

If I really stop and think about it, she did recently get a cage-mint ring. Maybe she needed it because she does smell the stinky scent even after it is buried, and maybe she's trying to find it and get rid of it? If that's the case I feel even more humiliated! After it seemed she found all the little treasures I left behind, she then took my whole litter box and dumped out all the sand! Great, what was I supposed to use now?

Mommy sprayed some bad-smelling chemicals on the litter box and scrubbed it to made it look brand new. What she did next however, was definitely strange and new,.. she opened a small box and pulled out some plastic sheets to lay into the litter box pan. It sure seemed like a hard job because she took some time putting it right in the center and tying it down with a stretchy hoop that came with the sheets. Finally, she poured in brand new sand for me! It all made sense then, she didn't like the smell of the sand. Maybe these plastic sheets will help bury the smell of whatever I bury in there. Good. This way I won't be embarrassed anymore, and none of us will have to suffer with the stinky stuff!

I'm healed

Last night while we all cuddled on the couch, mommy started to play with my paws again like she used to. I didn't even notice it but somehow my paws healed up and all the crusty glue had gone away, and I don't even remember when it happened. I'm glad my paws are healed again and it doesn't hurt or itch anymore, but I can't figure out why my claws won't respond anymore. Maybe the glue ate them up?!

I took a good look at my paws while mommy played with them, I see the sores are healed up but they left a pink spot behind on each pad. It looks very strange but mommy doesn't seem to mind. For me they are a permanent reminder of my "self mutilation" that one awful night a few weeks ago. I really do hope the color comes back.

While examining my paws I also noticed the hair on my tummy was growing back and my tummy was becoming silky and white again. The pink line has faded, the puffiness has gone away, it's as if there was never anything wrong! I'm really happy about that. I know how much mommy loves my firm round kitten belly and I don't want to miss out on her belly kisses!

Mommy's new cage-mint ring?

It took a long time for mommy and daddy to get home after work today. I waited for a long time by the door waiting to scold them for making me worry, but when they came home they both looked so happy I didn't know how to get a word in.

Mommy immediately picked me up when she walked in and showed me something new on her left hand. Normally she only wears these small collar things on her right hand, not that it was something I ever thought was important for anything, but this time she made it seem very important. I couldn't understand what her excitement was all about but I examined the new shiny object anyway. "Look baby, this is my new engagement ring! Mommy's getting married!".

Daddy told her she was being silly and that a kitten wouldn't be able to understand what she was saying. He was right, I was very confused about why anyone would need a cage-mint on their hand. What is a cage-mint anyway? The stones were pretty but they don't smell very special.

I guess I completely forgot that I was going to scold them, but by the time I realized it it would do no good anyway. Besides, mommy was in a very good mood all night and I never wanna miss any opportunity for cuddle time on the couch while watching a movie!

Beauty in simplicity

Remember that trick that I mentioned hiding under mommy's pillow yesterday? Well, I'm sure she feels like an "April fool" today because she woke up with a little surprise next to her face, brought to her by me, from her very own waste basket in her bathing room. I chose carefully for a good object for her to find, one that she thought she put away in the basket, but to her surprise it was right next to her when she woke up! I amaze myself, what a great trick!

I selected the best shaped object, a round cardboard tube, the same kind that holds the roll of thin paper by her litter bowl. When mommy found it, she asked Daddy if he brought it there for some reason! Ha ha ha! I fooled mommy! Now she's the April fool!

Daddy denied bringing it in to the bed, which made mommy suspicious of me. She went to the tipped waste basket by her litter bowl and saw the mess I made while searching for the cardboard tube. "Cyan! Did you do this? Did you make this mess?! Bad girl!" Mommy didn't seem happy at all with my careful selection process. She pulled out the air spray bottle and sprayed me with that horrible roaring bottle of wind! I ran and hid from that thing right away while mommy went back and cleaned up my mess. Oh well, the trick was worth it.

While hiding under the bed from the roaring wind bottle, I saw the cardboard tube mommy dropped while cleaning up. I reached my paw out and pat the object and it rolled! I inched my way closer to it and pat it a little harder this time and it bounced and then rolled again! I can't believe I've never noticed how fun this little object is! I spent most of the evening chasing what is now my new toy. It was super easy to toss it in the air, I could flip and catch it before it fell, and push it all around the room with one swipe! Why would anyone throw such a wonderful toy into the waste basket?

April fools?

I don't understand humans sometimes. All day mommy and daddy played tricks on each other and said "April fools!". They even played a few tricks on me too! Mommy would pretend to throw my mouse toy across the room really hard, but when I turned to see where it landed I didn't see anything. I searched the room to see if maybe it just landed silently somewhere, but mommy started to laugh at me and called me an April fool too!

I can understand the "fool" part, I did feel rather silly. But what kind of a fool is an April fool? By falling for a silly trick does that make me that special kind of fool rather than just a gullible one? I'll have to figure out a way to play this game with them and trick on them too somehow!

Chris came over again today! He saw my bandages were gone finally, and mommy told him all about my "self-mutilation",... how horrible! I didn't mean to hurt my paws, honestly! Chris understands, I'm sure of it.

I sat on Chris's shoulders while they watched their tv show. I carefully kept a lookout for any tricks mommy and daddy might try to play on Chris to turn him into an April fool as well. I guess they got tired of the game because nothing happened for the rest of the night. Not even after Chris left. Darn it, I wonder if they'll ever find the trick I planted under mommy's pillow?