I guess you could say inspiration hit. I've always thought it would be fun to have a 'cat journal', but what better way to have one then to tell it from their own perspective?
Twix
This morning I had to sneak away from the kittens very, very quietly. Ditto and his self-appointed sidekick, Lady, were pretending to sleep, but I knew better. The little rascals kept twitching – first their eyes, then their ears, then their tails. They were just itching for the chance to come out hunting with me. But really, what kind of a chance of snagging a squirrel would I have then? The fuzzy little buffoons can’t stay quiet for the life of them! And, no matter how much I love them, I don’t enjoy having my tail attacked every half-minute because it looks like a raccoon – or at least, that’s what the kits told me.
So, I instead patiently licked the two of them until they were sound asleep and padded out of the garage into the woods. It was nearly and hour after sunrise, and I twitched my tail in pleasure. Perfect time to find a tasty snack.
“Mooom, izzat you?” I stood stock still, then turned. All five of the kitten were tumbling toward me in a line, Ditto happily leading the way. “Mom!” Ditto said again, then he took a flying leap toward me, landing on his bum and tumbling over to land at my feet.
“Mom, my feet are wet!” Ragamuffin complained. “And Sunflower bit my tail!”
Viking bounced up and began swatting at my ears. “Mom, we were afraid we’d never find you!”
I bobbed my head down in a fruitless attempt to evade the tiny paws. “I’d find you. But didn’t I say no sneaking away from home especially when you know I’m out?”
Lady grabbed for my tail and clung on. “You never take us anywhere, except down the trail.” Letting go, she sat down on the ground and licked her paw once. “That’s boring.”
“This is way more fun,” Sunflower agreed before turning to attack Viking.
I picked up my paw from off the ground and gently pushed Sunflower off of Viking’s back. He grinned at me, showing off his needle-sharp baby teeth, then launched himself at a shivering leaf. I turned to the next kitten (Ditto, it turned out to be) who was trying his best to wrestle a screeching Ragamuffin to the leafy forest floor. I broke up the fight, then shook my head at the five of them.
Next time I went early morning hunting I really had to figure out how to shut the garage door.
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Next up...Tucker
Twix
This morning I had to sneak away from the kittens very, very quietly. Ditto and his self-appointed sidekick, Lady, were pretending to sleep, but I knew better. The little rascals kept twitching – first their eyes, then their ears, then their tails. They were just itching for the chance to come out hunting with me. But really, what kind of a chance of snagging a squirrel would I have then? The fuzzy little buffoons can’t stay quiet for the life of them! And, no matter how much I love them, I don’t enjoy having my tail attacked every half-minute because it looks like a raccoon – or at least, that’s what the kits told me.
So, I instead patiently licked the two of them until they were sound asleep and padded out of the garage into the woods. It was nearly and hour after sunrise, and I twitched my tail in pleasure. Perfect time to find a tasty snack.
“Mooom, izzat you?” I stood stock still, then turned. All five of the kitten were tumbling toward me in a line, Ditto happily leading the way. “Mom!” Ditto said again, then he took a flying leap toward me, landing on his bum and tumbling over to land at my feet.
“Mom, my feet are wet!” Ragamuffin complained. “And Sunflower bit my tail!”
Viking bounced up and began swatting at my ears. “Mom, we were afraid we’d never find you!”
I bobbed my head down in a fruitless attempt to evade the tiny paws. “I’d find you. But didn’t I say no sneaking away from home especially when you know I’m out?”
Lady grabbed for my tail and clung on. “You never take us anywhere, except down the trail.” Letting go, she sat down on the ground and licked her paw once. “That’s boring.”
“This is way more fun,” Sunflower agreed before turning to attack Viking.
I picked up my paw from off the ground and gently pushed Sunflower off of Viking’s back. He grinned at me, showing off his needle-sharp baby teeth, then launched himself at a shivering leaf. I turned to the next kitten (Ditto, it turned out to be) who was trying his best to wrestle a screeching Ragamuffin to the leafy forest floor. I broke up the fight, then shook my head at the five of them.
Next time I went early morning hunting I really had to figure out how to shut the garage door.
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Next up...Tucker
