A Day In The Life Of A Cat

Before we get started today, I have some links of interest. Norma posted twice this week, in regards to the notion of associating superheroes and food and about a blogging schedule. The Square Dogs took over as usual yesterday at AngryParsnip's blog. Shelly is celebrating the small things at her blog. And take a look at this cutie pie at Lynn's blog. Also, a reminder that tomorrow is a City Daily Photo theme day. Click on my photoblog icon there at the right if you're not already following me. I'm hip deep in tulip photos at the moment, but doing something different for the theme tomorrow, which is Zest.

Now then, it is time for the cat's point of view once again...

7:10 AM. Waking up in bed. The staff seems to be already out of bed and in the shower. Oh, that just won't do. She's not supposed to get up until I say so.

7:20 AM. Well, hello there, staff. How about you get busy and get me some breakfast?

7:22 AM. Instead of going downstairs and following my orders, the staff seems intent on getting dressed first. I content myself by staring at her. And staring. And staring some more.

She looks at me with a sudden self consciousness about being naked in front of me. Come on, staff, it's nothing I haven't seen before.

7:30 AM. Finally, we're downstairs for breakfast. Get to it, staff, I'm expecting some breakfast.

7:32 AM. The staff disappoints me once again by setting out field rations. Sigh. Staff, do I have to find myself some better staff, or are you going to shape up?

7:33 AM. My disdain for field rations is obvious. I walk away from the kibbles and demand to be let outside.

7:34 AM. The staff lets me out. You had better be here when I get back, is that clear? I don't want to come back to a locked door and you off carousing with your cronies.

7:55 AM. On my rounds. Examining the greens of spring. Thinking of nibbling on grass for some strange reason. Surely it tastes better than field rations.

8:05 AM. I can hear the sound of that annoying dog barking his head off. Isis, tell me, why on earth did you let dogs be created?

8:25 AM. Passing by a pathway in the woods. I see a porcupine coming my way. Okay, back off, give him plenty of space. Don't want any unintended consequences ruining my day.

8:26 AM. The porcupine and I exchange pleasantries. Yes, go on about your business, you'll have no trouble from me.

8:27 AM. The porcupine is once again underway. I carry on with my morning constitutional.

8:37 AM. Coming into the meadow. Hey, there's that porcupine again.

8:41 AM. Oh...wait. It's that annoying dog from down the road. And he's heading right for the porcupine.

Now, this could get interesting....

8:42 AM. Well, now that's what you get for sniffing porcupines. Stop howling like a baby. It's just a few quills in that annoying snout of yours, you stupid dog....

8:43 AM. He whines like a mule! And sure enough, there goes that porcupine. I'd expect maybe that'll teach the dog a lesson not to do that again, but let's face it, this dog isn't the smartest card in the bunch.

8:46 AM. He's still whining and complaining and howling.

This isn't good. I'm actually feeling sorry for the dog.

8:48 AM. The dog wanders off, still whining. Despite myself, I decide to follow.

8:57 AM. Have followed the dog to the home of that other dog. The other dog seems to come across as better behaved and a little smarter than this one. They appear to be conferring on the situation at hand.

Well, this wouldn't have happened in the first place if you had given that porcupine a good deal of space.

9:02 AM. The annoying dog parts ways with the other dog. He's heading for home.

Fortunately I know where he lives.

9:40 AM. Standing sentinel at the property of the annoying dog. His human is engaged in pulling those quills out. The dog is howling like a baby. Oh, come on! Where's your spine?

10:18 AM. Watching the dog and his human leaving the property in that car. If I were a betting cat, I'd say they were going to the vet.

Serves you right, dog.

10:50 AM. Back home. Well, hello there, staff. I'm pleased you didn't go off to that work place or something else while I was away. 

What was that? No, I wasn't up to mischief. I was just watching a dog having a bad morning. 

3:40 PM. Waking up from long nap. Dreamed of finding the Great Catnip Burial Ground.

6:35 PM. Having dinner with staff. She has made up for this morning's breakfast by serving up strips of lamb with a bowl of milk. For some reason she insists on eating vegetables with her meat.

11:40 PM. The staff is off to bed. I'll be up in awhile, so don't even think of closing the door, or I'll meow until you open the door.

I wonder if that annoying dog will learn a lesson from today.

Probably not.