Can't nobody say I've had an easy life. Even though I now have a safe, warm, comfortable home with plenty to eat and drink, there are still dangers lurking in the dark corners for an overly-adventurous soul like me. I'm trying to learn, but let's just say I have to learn everything the hard way. Here's just a few things life has taught me in the past few days.
1. Don't stick your foot in the oven door when it's open! I have to check out every door that opens, and every nook and cranny that I can find. When the oven door opened, naturally I wanted to get in to see what might go on there. I stood up, and just as I got my foot in the door, my she-person turned and closed it on my foot. YIKES, did that hurt! I let out a yowl that got the door quickly opened again, and I limped off with a hurt look on my face.
2. Don't expect too much sympathy unless you yowl and limp for more than five minutes, dangling your paw in the air like a wounded bird. I forgot about my pain, and was soon running and jumping like nothing had ever happened. Next time, I have to remember to cry longer and louder. All I got in the way of sympathy was my she-person telling me I was lucky it wasn't my head, and that the oven wasn't hot! I did get an extra portion of treats, though, so maybe I'll try something like that again. We'll see . . .
3. Don't run your paws through your she-person's hair while she's asleep or you're liable to get knocked on your keister! I thought her hair looked like a nice place to play, but she thought I was a spider and nearly knocked me senseless.
4. Don't run out the door just because it's open. That's probably what got me here in the first place, but I had to go and do it again, just to see what would happen. It was dark outside and when I reached the far edge of the patio, I froze when I remembered what had happend the last time I did this. My he-person rushed out and grabbed me up, thank goodness. Since I'm so black, I could easily have become lost again on that dark, moonless night.
5. Don't believe that a closed door means you're not supposed to go through it. My people thought that they could keep me out of the bedroom and off them before daylight if they closed the door, but I showed them. I huffed and I puffed, and I slammed my muscle-bound body against that door until it finally popped open. Sometimes, it's people who can't learn. Score one for the kitty!
My favorite hobby is creating havoc - the more, the better. My people are beyond youthfulness, let's just say, so I'll keep testing them to keep them on their toes. Until next time . . . m-e-o-w!
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