We are all very sleepy kitties today. Maybe it’s the weather: 88 degrees and mostly Sunday here in Rrrrowal Oak, Mewchigan. That means the air conditioner is running a lot, making our basement home a bit on the chilly side. Chilly surroundings means we like to curl up as tightly as possible and NAP!

Mom is worried about me. I have been overdue for my shots for quite a while, but I refuse to get into the carrier. Mom has tried to trick me by putting catnip in the carrier she keeps here in our room. She even tried to give me a “knock-out” pill mixed in my food, but I refused to eat a bite. Now I have a watery eye, and I can hear the wheels grinding in her head. She MUST get me to the vet. No way!

So I remain curled up, keeping warm and staying as unobtrusive as possible, just like the other very sleepy kitties around here.

It seems strange to me that as I am out and about among the other kitties more and more over the past weeks, my poor sisters and Googlie Girl are having to put up with the frequent presence of the Orange Invader, aka Pawscar Awesome. Right this minute he is sitting on Mom’s lap, just purring away, while she types on her keyboard. What can the three girls do, other than nap on Mom’s bed? What is worse, Mom is actually interrupting her typing to pet the Orange Invader! How rude!

Mom, where are you? Inquiring minds want to know.

I think something very fishy is going on lately. Mom seems to be getting up very early in the morning, as early as 7:00 AM sometimes. Of course, I help her out by playing with the electric cord on the wall lamp several minutes before her alarm is set to go off. Then she zooms around the house, disappearing in her nightwear and reappearing in day clothes and makeup. Luckily she does not forget to feed us, give us clean water, and clean our litterboxes. Then she vanishes for a very long time.

Just when it seems I may never see her again, she returns. The sun tells me it is later in the afternoon. She never tells me where she has gone. I overhear her talking to Dad once in a while about “work” or “church.” Less often I hear “doctor” mentioned. I don’t know what those things are!

What I do know is this: I miss Mom. I need some loving and attention. COME HOME!

Creative Thinking

What will people think of next? It’s nice to know that caring humans continue to devise excuses to treat us kitties with love and respect. Today they want us to celebrate because our human(s) hug us.

According to the Days of the Year website,

Hug Your Cat Day is one of those pleasingly straightforward holidays. Quite simply, it is a day in which cat owners everywhere are encouraged to hug their cats. The more dedicated amongst them will not need this encouragement, of course, but it is always good to be reminded of our feline friends.

The obvious downside to the day as that people without cats may be left out. This need not be the case, however – it should be straightforward enough to simply adapt it into “Hug Someone Else’s Cat Day”.

So, whether or not you are the proud housemate of a purring kitty, Hug Your Cat Day is the perfect excuse to put a bit of warmth and companionship into your life. No matter what’s going on around you, no matter how bad or troubling things get, you can always count on your furry friend to be there for you.

Complete Compliance

We all want the world to know that our mom does not need special holidays or other reminders to hug or in any other way “love on” us. She does it whenever we let her. She continues to be inspired by her theme song, “Can’t Hug Every Cat.” Like the would-be eHarmony video dater, Mom wishes she could hug EVERY cat…but she settles for us.

The dry food bowls in our bedroom were empty for most of the evening so I, Jolie, was looking forward to our canned food supper. I needn’t have bothered. The stuff Mom brought in was so awful that I barely touched it. Mom assured me that it was one of the usual flavors of Friskies that she gives us, and Googlie scarfed it down with no problem (typical). All I can say is, “Boo! Hiss! Hiss!”

The morning selection had better be something I want to eat!

Cara Mia, our older sister, was howling in the other room. I was inspired to take a stroll over to the food bowls, and there is definitely some dry chow needed. One bowl is practically empty. I am doing my best to finish off the morsels in the bowl next to it. Unfortunately I lack the proper motivation to check the third bowl. It is on the other side of the water bowl. YAWN!

Instead, I perch on the little cat house, where I spend much of my time at night. When Mom finally gets around to climbing into bed, I will join her next to her pillow. Until then, I will dream of an endless supply of dry chow.

I am patting myself on the back for the clever way I foiled the efforts of the orange boy who invades our territory on an almost-daily basis. He has been in here twice today, and each time I was occupying the little “igloo” cat bed in which he loves to nap.

I am pretty tricky. I pretend that I am sound asleep when he sticks his nose in the entrance to the “igloo,” but I see him standing there, wishing I would vanish into thin air. Maybe he thinks he can intimidate me with his cold stare. He is WRONG. He has to go sleep somewhere else.

It is nearly Mom’s bedtime, and I am in the “igloo” again, although the orange boy is not here. When Mom wants her bed, I will have no choice but to surrender to her will. Size does have some advantages. At least she will let me sleep with her.

Wait! The orange boy is howling at the door. Mom lets him jump in. He is coming up the bedside cat stairs. Can I frustrate him again?  No, he wants Mom’s lap this time. Now I am simply jealous, not clever.

We are happy to start blogging online. As sisters by blood and fellow rescue kitties by experience in life, we were glad to become members of Fenner Felines at various times last year. At two-and-one-half years old, we are (by far) the youngest feline members of the clan and believe that we have a unique “purrspective” on living at the Feline Funny Farm.