Thanksgiving Hangover

Well, either I've been eating too much and got those post-thanksgiving blahs or I've been eating too much and my girth is expanding. Either way, I'm getting awfully clumsy. Today I was sitting just inside the bedroom door when I turned suddenly and took a flying leap, like I always do, and banged my head into the door jamb. Ouch! That's gonna give me some kinda headache!

Yesterday, my people heard strange sounds coming from somewhere inside the house, so my she-person checked the front bedroom, bathroom, laundry room and kitchen to see what could be causing so much racket. Nothing. As she walked away she could still hear something that sounded like dishes rattling, so she checked the kitchen again, then the bathroom. Okay, she doesn't keep dishes in the bathroom, but she thought someone might be under the vanity clinking bottles together. Still nothing. So just as she heads back to the living room again, she definitely hears a cabinet door slamming.

Yep, it was me. I had managed to get inside some lower cabinets and spent time exploring. Hence, the noise of dishes rattling. I checked between and behind every dish and appliance because this was all new real estate to me. I had previously proven that I could get into the corner pantry where my food and treats are kept, so they now keep a stool shoved up against the door to keep me out. That's okay. I'll still explore the other cabinets because I'm betting they don't have enough stools to block them all, plus they won't be wanting to trip over a bunch of stools every time they walk into the kitchen.

One thing about me. I'm not your average fool! I can figure out things if I really want to. We had a visiting kitty as a guest last week, and it knows how to open drawers. They came home and it had gone into the closet and opened a drawer in a chest so it could explore the contents. Unfortunately, I wasn't in the room with it to see how it did it because it didn't like me. It hissed and spit at me, so we were kept separated while it was here.

At home, its people say it opens drawers and pulls everything out whenever they leave the house. I'm not about to try that, even if I knew how, because I'm liable to be put somewhere unpleasant when they go out to keep me out of trouble. Still, I would like to know how it's done just in case I want to create some havoc around here someday.

It's time to go take a nap. I feel an immense headache coming on, plus I need my beauty sleep. I have my own special place to collapse, which is in the guest room. A glider rocker suits my body just fine, and it's tucked away into a quiet corner where I can sleep the day away until I hear the can opener or the microwave telling me it's feasting time again.

Nothing interferes with my feeding time or I set up a squall that will wake the neighbors and the dead!

Thanksgiving Is the Day to Pig-Out

As you may know, when I don't post it means I've been busy or my people have been busy. Well, they've been busy, and guess what, they even had a couple of parties. I'm sure they were in my honor because I had so much fun -- especially during the first one.

At first, I was locked in the laundry room where I could hear all the fun and smell the food, but in spite of sticking my feet under the kitchen door and squalling at the top of my lungs, I was mostly ignored. Then I heard the magic words, "Why don't you let Inky in?" and I knew my time to shine had come.

I loved all the pets and hugs, and believe me, I begged for my share of them.

Today it's Thanksgiving and I'm spending my day all alone because my people have gone to eat. I'm not sure why I have to spend the day all by myself? I see that my people left me some dry food, which I think is supposed to last me all day. Meanwhile, you can bet they will pig out big time.

That's okay, though. I know how to get into the cabinet where my food is kept. My people didn't think I knew such things, but I gave myself away when I got into a cabinet and was rattling dishes around. My people went looking all over that end of the house to see what was making noise, and couldn't figure it out until they heard the cabinet door slam as I walked out.

Too bad I'm so smart. Now if they don't discover locks for the cabinet doors, I've got it made. I also know where my pill pockets are hidden, and it's just a matter of time until I learn how to climb up on the cabinets and get to the top shelves!

Happy Thanksgiving!