Wait…..
Little Watcher
Ever since we came back from our last trip to Texas– sweet little Hobbes appears magically on the porch whenever we back out of the driveway. It feels like he’s setting us in his mind in case we just don’t come back…for a long time…
in kitty days.
Be brave little man. Just a quick trip to the store, this time.
We’ll be back in a blink.
Fear not.
Cool Kitty
For the past few days, old Mr. Hobbes has been seen here like a naughty school kid peeking under a circus tent. My dad said that used to be a thing.
Anyway, I couldn’t figure out what his deal was until I realized that there is a vent behind this shelf. He only does it when the heat comes on and his fur is wet from the rain.
And here I thought he was such a tough guy and he’s busy blow drying his own hair.
If all the girl kitties could see him now.
Heh, heh.
That Cat
So, I walk into the kitchen–just minding my own business–and there is Hobbes…sitting on top of the fridge. WHAT THE HECK?!!
First of all, he should have come from his little kitty pet store KNOWING that he doesn’t belong on the top of the fridge.
But even better than that–how did he even get up there?! Perhaps he has waaaaay better jumping skills than I ever gave him credit for, kinda like a kangaroo. Yikes.
I used my very best alpha cat voice and told him to get down this very minute.
He ignored me.
Yeah. We’re still working out who exactly is the boss around here.
It’s not looking too good for me.
Cucumber Kitty
Have you seen those funny videos where people put a cucumber behind their cat and when they turn around they FREAK out and run away?
Well, that’s not MY cat.
If I have a cucumber on my counter–minding it’s own business–he just KNOWS somehow, and jumps up and grabs it and runs off with it. Next time we see it, it’s half eaten and chewed up all over the floor.
Believe it or not, we’ve hit upon a compromise, of sorts.
I peel and cut up the cucumber and quarter it, while Hobbes paces and howls like I’m skinning a 9 pound mackerel– just for him. I slice out the middle seeds, because nobody wants them anyway.
Oh, wait.
Except Mr. Hobbes.
No sense in throwing the seeds away cause he’ll just dig them out of the trash anyway. So, have them, little kitty–and good riddance.
My cat thinks he’s a rabbit.
Good grief.
