A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And now it is time for the perspective of the cat, who must always have the last word in these matters.

7:07 AM. Waking up. Big stretch. Dreamed of vast fields of catnip.

7:09 AM. An inspection of the exterior from the back of the couch. Some flying lunches out and about in the grass. Snow continuing to melt. 

7:14 AM. Waiting on the staff to get downstairs and see to my breakfast. Come on, staff, I don't have all day.

7:20 AM. The staff finally comes downstairs. Where have you been? I've been awake for a whole thirteen minutes and haven't been fed yet.

7:21 AM. Issuing explicit instructions to the staff concerning my breakfast. Let us make things clear, staff, I am not interested in field rations, are we understood on that?

7:22 AM. ....and while we're at it, staff, would it kill you to wake up a half hour earlier and put my plate into the fridge? I've explained to you many times before how pre-chilled plates create an optimal dining experience.

7:23 AM. The staff puts down a bowl of milk and a plate of chicken, both of which meet with my approval. However, she also puts down a bowl of field rations.

I sigh. The things I put up with....

7:25 AM. Have finished the milk and chicken. I have also ignored the field rations.

I shall let the staff have her breakfast in peace.

7:32 AM. Sitting on the windowsill, contemplating the intricacies of existence.

7:40 AM. The staff is on her way out the door. Staff? Remember to pick up some milk. We're nearly out.

7:43 AM. Watching the staff take the car out the driveway. I shall have to find other ways to amuse myself today.

7:48 AM. Somewhere in the distance, that idiot mutt is barking his head off.

8:03 AM. The Weather Network is talking about how strange a month we've been having. No kidding. When is spring going to make up its mind?

8:04 AM. The forecaster says there's going to be another twenty centimeters of snow for the area. 

Okay, that's it, I'm out.

11:28 AM. Waking up from a nap. I feel hungry.

11:29 AM. Disappointed to have remembered that the only food out in the open right now is field rations.

Oh well, we must make do....

1:30 PM. A look at the clock as I hear the dog barking down the road.

Stupid hound. It's only the mailman.

4:37 PM. Woken up out of another nap by a car door closing. Is that the staff?

4:39 PM. The staff comes in the front door. I deliver a head bonk to her legs.

4:42 PM. Supervising the staff while she unpacks groceries. Hey, is that catnip I see?

6:21 PM. Watching the staff working on dinner. Looks like meatballs are part of the equation tonight. Along with Brussel sprouts for some reason.

Just as long as I'm not expected to eat the sprouts.

6:48 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's cut up a couple of meatballs into nice bite sized chunks for me. This meets with my approval.

11:28 PM. The staff is off to bed. Good night, staff. Behave yourself and keep the door open. I have zoomies scheduled for 2:30.

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

 It is time once again for the point of view of the cat and the dog. As always, I begin with the dog, who gets so easily distracted. 

7:04 AM. Waking up at home. Feeling out of sorts.  It's that time change thing.

7:08 AM. Still trying to wrap my mind over what time it is. Why do humans do this to themselves?

7:12 AM. Looking outside. Birds around. Some snow on the ground. The month has been weird.

7:14 AM. Making plans for the day. But first, breakfast. That must be seen to.

7:17 AM. Waiting on the human. I can't open cabinets on my own.

7:20 AM. The human comes downstairs. I thump my tail in greetings. Good morning, human!

7:25 AM. The human is pouring a big bowl of kibble for me. Oh boy oh boy oh boy...

7:26 AM. Licking my chops after polishing off breakfast.

7:35 AM. Inquiring with the human if she'll let me out for a run.

7:37 AM. Out the door and on the way. See you later, human!

7:48 AM. Running through the back fields, barking my head off. As happy as I can be.

7:55 AM. Stopping to see Spike thr Magnificent,  Tormentor of Squirrels.  Hey Spike!

7:58 AM. Spike and I discuss that upcoming holiday. Easter. No, Spike, my human isn't having any of her family over. Suits me fine. Those kids think I'm a horse.

8:15 AM. Parting ways with Spike. He assures me he'll keep me up to date when the mailman stops by.

8:30 AM. Returning home. The human opens the door and intercepts me with the Towel of Torment. Human! I only splashed around in the creek for five minutes.

10:46 AM. Mooching a cookie off the human.

12:26 PM. The human is having lunch. I have persuaded her to give me a ham and cheese sandwich. 

1:30 PM. Barking at the mailman as he drops yhing off at the mailbox and drives away.

3:54 PM. The human is having tea. I have convinced her to give me a cookie.

6:38 PM. Dinner with the human. She's made meatloaf and has given me some. This is really good, human.

8:48 PM. Pondering what tail wags mean.

11:31 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human. Sleep well.

I shall guard the house. In between naps.

Green Beer And Shenanigans

Faith and begorrah, it's St. Patrick's Day today. I have an image blog for the occasion. Enjoy, and try not to get carried away with the shenanigans and malarkey.