I just got the word that company's comin' next week. I can't wait to display my charms on my California friends in my own environment. They haven't seen me yet in my super-relaxed at home mode. When I'm at their house, I'm usually too awed of the big house or more interested in mowing down their houseplants than in showing off for them.
Now, surrounded by my own toys and gadgets, I can really show them what I'm made of. At home I can be cute as can be lying on my back in front of them, twisting and turning so I can make eye contact with them to make sure they're watching my every move. That's my favorite trick, but I also have certain toys that my people don't take to California when we go, such as my birdie hanging from the ceiling. Boy do I put on a show playing with that thing!
I managed to get out the door a couple of days ago while my she-person was coming through it with her arms full. I ran to the far side of the patio and sat down to chew on the bushes, but here she came thinking she could swoop me up or urge me indoors, so I took off next door. I quickly hid so she couldn't find me, and I certainly didn't answer her calls! What does she take me for, an idiot-cat? Then when she went inside to put on shoes so she could conduct a proper search, I disappeared entirely.
Once she went out again and over to the other side of the motorhome, I promptly headed home. Luckily she left the door open so I could get in and, therefore, make it plain that going inside was MY IDEA instead of hers. The neighbors yelled at her and told her I was sitting calmly inside the door acting like I hadn't been anywhere at all and was just wondering why the heck she was outside calling for me. I'm real clever that way.
Oh, I'm so intelligent! I've also gotten curious lately about watching to see how my humans unlock the door and unlatch the screen door. One of these days I'm going to surprise them and let myself out. I've already figured out how to get into the cabinet where they keep my food bag. One day I got inside the cupboard and chewed through an unopened dry food bag that was bought before they put me on that danged diet. I was happily munching away when my people discovered me. They promptly taped the bag shut and took it, along with several cans of my previous food to the humane society for their hungry kitties. Now what I want to know is why those kitties deserve the fattening stuff when I don't???
Oops, I just fell off the back of the couch while I was charging at the finches on the feeder. I just got so excited watching them that I tumbled backwards, then jumped up quickly hoping my humans hadn't noticed how clumsy I was. After all, I want everyone to think I'm always perfectly in charge - or is that purr-fectly?
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