Now Is The Winter Of Our Discontent

The very best of all seasons begins this week. As usual, I have an image blog for the occasion. Enjoy!

A Day In The Life Of A Cat

And as always, the cat gets the last say in these matters. She is, after all, a supreme being and must be respected as such. 

7:04 AM. Waking up. Slept exceedingly well. Dreamed of vast fields of catnip and scratching posts.

7:07 AM. On the back of the couch looking outside. Still too dark to make much of anything out there. Oh well. That's a common problem this time of year. 

7:12 AM. Waiting on the staff to get downstairs. She must be seeing to my breakfast post haste, after all. Because serving my needs and whims is her purpose in life.

7:17 AM. Come on, staff, what's taking you so long? Do I have to come up there and meow at you?

7:20 AM. The staff finally gets downstairs. It's about time, staff. I was this close to sending a search party out for you. Now then. Have you put any thought to my breakfast yet?

7:21 AM. ....and once again, staff, for the record, and I need you to understand me on this one. No field rations! Are we understood? Meat and milk suit me just fine for breakfast.

7:23 AM. The staff puts my breakfast down on the floor. The plate of meat and bowl of milk are much appreciated.

The bowl of field rations is not.

7:25 AM. Have finished off breakfast. Completely ignoring the field rations. I shall leave the staff to have her breakfast in peace.

7:34 AM. Somewhere off in the distance comes the barking of that foul hound. 

I must say, not feeling all that goodwill on earth to all thing where dogs are concerned.

7:40 AM. The staff is on her way out the door to that work place she goes to.

Don't forget the milk on your way home, staff.

8:02 AM. Watching the Weather Channel. They're forecasting another thirty centimetres of snow during the night. 

Whilst I'm snug as a bug in a rug.

What does that saying even mean?

8:32 AM. Sitting on the back of the couch, looking out through the yard. Movement on the property draws my eye. 

It's that idiot dog! On my property!

8:33 AM. Hissing and cursing at the idiot dog, who true to his reputation is staring at me with an expression that suggests he doesn't have a single brain cell between his ears.

Get lost!!

8:36 AM. The dog finally walks off back to the woods.

And don't you come back here again!

Foul mutt.

8:45 AM. I've been up over an hour and three quarters. I'd say it's a good time for a well earned nap.

11:59 AM. Waking up. Big stretch and a yawn. 

12:02 PM. An examination of the kitchen has found that the only food out in the open is that bowl of field rations.

Oh well. When in Rome...

2:27 PM. Feeling a compulsion to have a bit of a workout with the scratching post.

2:28 PM. Giving the post a good scratch.

Just realizing there's residual catnip on the fabric, being set loose by my clawing.

Catnip frenzy in three, two, one...

4:46 PM. Waking up. Catnip frenzy led to zoomies through the entire house seven times over. Slept like the dead.

Wonder if I knocked anything over this time?

5:15 PM The staff comes home. Well, staff, it took you long enough. Do you have any milk with you?

6:38 PM. Dinner with the staff. She's made meat loaf, and has cut up a couple of slices for me into nice bite sized pieces. Very good, staff, very good indeed.

11:40 PM. The staff is off to bed after an evening spent decorating the Christmas tree.

I shall be spending the evening down here.

Plotting various routes to the summit.

A Day In The Life Of A Dog

It is time once again for the point of view of the dog and the cat. As is always the case, I begin with the perspective of the dog, who has such a short attention span.

7:05 AM. Waking up. Not dawn yet. Boy, these days are sure short.

7:07 AM. An examination of the outside from the window doesn't show much of anything. Not that it doesn't mean there's nothing out there. Like squirrels. I hate squirrels.

7:12 AM. Waiting patiently for the human to get downstairs. After all, she'll need to see to my breakfast at some point. Because I lack the opposable thumbs to open cupboard doors.

7:22 AM. The human comes downstairs. I furiously pound my tail against the floor in greetings. Good morning, human! What a great day!

Say, have you given any thought to my breakfast?

7:24 AM. The human is pouring a big bowl of kibbles for me.

Oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy....

7:25 AM. Licking my chops after finishing off breakfast at damned near my fastest ever time.

That was good!

7:29 AM. Inquiring with the human as to if she'll let me out for my run now.

7:31 AM. Out the door and on my way. See you later, human!

7:45 AM. Running through the snow, like a one dog wrecking crew....

8:02 AM. Stopping by to see Spike the Magnificent, Tormentor of Squirrels. Hey, Spike!

8:03 AM. After the usual doggie greetings, Spike and I begin to confer on matters of the highest importance. Quality control for chewing bones. What the squirrels are up to with their hoarding of nuts. What evil plan the mailman might unleash upon us all today.

8:05 AM. Spike advises that his people will have company for Christmas.

I hope they won't be kids, Spike, because kids can be so tiring on a good dog.

And we are good dogs.

Very good dogs.

Despite what the vet might say.

8:10 AM. Parting ways with Spike, who says he'll keep me updated on whenever the mailman breezes past his place.

8:28 AM. Passing through the woods.  I'm near the spot where that cranky cat lives.

8:32 AM. Walking onto the property through the snow.

8:33 AM. Movement at one of the windows. It's that cranky cat, hissing at me and spewing all sorts of rage and allegations about me.

I didn't know cats know that many swear words.

8:36 AM. Discretion being the better part of valour, I think I'd better leave.

I will never understand cats.

8:55 AM. Barking at the door to let the human know I'm back.

8:57 AM. The human intercepts me with the Towel of Torment before I can dash inside.

10:21 AM. Waking up from a nap in time to mooch a cookie from the human.

12:10 PM. Lunch with the human. She's kind enough to give me a ham and cheese sandwich.

6:38 PM. Dinner with the human. Pancakes! No complaints out of me there. I love pancakes.

11:22 PM. The human is off to bed. Good night, human! Sleep well.

I'll keep guard down here through the night.

In between naps.