A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And so we turn things over to the cat, for her unique world view.

7:23 AM. Awake at home. Slept exceedingly well. Had dreams of a really big scratching post.

7:26 AM. The staff is coming downstairs. Well, there you are, staff. Are you aware I’ve been awake a whole three minutes and have been waiting on breakfast? Now then, how about some salmon on a nicely chilled plate, with a bowl of milk on the side? And maybe a dish of water just to dip my paws in? Oh, and a cloth napkin would suit me quite nicely.

7:29 AM. Hmmm, the staff instead gives me a bowl of tuna and a bowl of field rations. The tuna is acceptable, but you didn’t pre-chill the tableware in advance. And where’s my milk?

7:31 AM. Helping myself to some of the tuna while the staff gets to her own breakfast. I will ignore the field rations. 

7:37 AM. The television is on in the living room. The staff is paying attention to the weather. Rain for this area expected. The forecaster is a dimwit, as is expected. I wonder if any rain will actually come of it, or if they’re wrong, like they usually are ninety five percent of the time. 

7:39 AM. I have decided to remain inside today. After all, the prospect of being stuck outside- especially with the staff being gone all day at that work place- is not a pleasing one if it happens to turn out that the twit of a forecaster was right for once.

7:41 AM. The staff is off. Well, enjoy your day, staff. By the way, bring some ice cream home, would you? I have a hankering for some ice cream, and I know for a fact that we don’t have any in the freezer.

7:43 AM. Watching the staff pull out of the driveway. Okay, hours to spend by myself, there’s the whole problem of rain coming, and I have nothing to do. Should I get online and order a new cat bed? Not that I need the bed, but I want the box.

7:48 AM. Sitting on the back of the couch, staring outside at the vastness of my domain. I can hear the distant barking of that irritating mutt. Hopefully the rain starts while he’s still out and he gets soaked. It’ll serve him right.

8:10 AM. Distant rumbles. A glance outside. The cloud deck is starting to really build.

8:14 AM. Dark clouds. Rain starting to fall. Oh yes, staying inside today was a very wise decision on my part.

8:17 AM. Lightning flashing. Thunder rolling. Rain turned into a downpour. Twitching my tail. Fortunately thunder doesn’t bother me. I wonder if it bothers that irritating mutt? Note to self: make inquiries with that dog’s human. Of course, that would require a visit to the annoying hound’s home, and the risk that he’d end up slobbering all over me.

8:29 AM. Well, it doesn’t look like that rain’s going to give up anytime soon. I think a nap is in order.

12:03 PM. Waking up. Taking stock of my situation. Hours to go before the staff returns home. Sounds of heavy rain outside. Thunder in the distance. 

12:05 PM. Stepping into the kitchen. Finding the bowl of field rations. Despite my better judgment, I start eating some of them.

12:27 PM. Watching some of the local noon news. Worried looking forecaster is prattling on about three days of rain. Yes, well, whatever, what inquiring cats want to know is... what effect will that have on the growth of catnip crops?

1:39 PM. Giving my claws a workout on the scratching post. My claws are unleashing residual scents of catnip on the rug. Despite whatever self control I might have, I find myself feeling the catnip craze coming on in five, four, three...

2:02 PM. Coming down off a catnip craze. Have been attacking the scratching post with full fury, running about all over the house, and howling like a banshee. Catnip crazes always leave me feeling tuckered out. I think a nap is just what the kitty called for right about now.

4:53 PM. Waking up from my nap. Looking outside. Still raining. Checking the clock. Feeling refreshed. Wondering if I should squeeze in another nap before the staff comes home. Let’s see, she’s probably home in a half hour, maybe a bit more if she stopped for ice cream, so... probably not. 

5:32 PM. The staff arrives at home. I walk up as she steps inside and deliver a head bonk to the leg. Hello there, staff. I see you didn’t need a boat to get home, which is a good thing. Tell me, did you bring any ice cream home with you?

5:36 PM. Ah ha! The staff is putting a container of French vanilla in the freezer. Very good, staff, very good.

6:04 PM. Supervising the staff while she’s making dinner. Smells good. My particularly sensitive nose detects the welcome smell of bacon.

6:35 PM. Dinner with the staff. Bacon pancakes for both of us, though inexplicably, she’s having salad too. I don’t know why.

6:51 PM. And to top things off, a bit of ice cream. Very good staff. I know, I ‘m not allowed to have too much of this, but I’ll say this: ice cream should be considered a national treasure.

11:36 PM. The staff is off to bed. Very well, staff, have a good night, but do keep the door open. I mean, it’s still raining out there, and in case the thunder gets too scary in the middle of the night, you might need me around to make you feel safe, right? Of course right.