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Cat's Logs - Week 12

GlennaJo was sure boring today.

Mostly she slept.

And in the brief time she was awake, she finally removed all her human junk from the dining table, clearing the way for me to enjoy the big sunny window. While she was showering, I made the minor table cloth adjustments to make it really comfortable. What a crab!

What's a stage for except the display of class and perfection?

Everybody's a critic.

My friends told me that some cats get 4 or 5 liver treats every single day.

I, in turn, brought this to GlennaJo's attention, and she said, "We're not some cats."

Then I very calmly and reasonably asked why I don't get 4 or 5 liver treats every day and GlennaJo said, "Because I said so."

Then she really went off the deep end rambling on and on about walking 10 miles to school every day of her life in 0 degree weather with holes in her shoes.

I sure hope she left liver treats out for the cat in case she froze to death!

I got quite a rise out of GlennaJo tonight when I told her how much the soil around her new plant reminds me of a cat box.

I mean it couldn't be more perfect. It's got a nice, sandy texture and it's soft and loose--not clumped at all.

As a matter of fact, I was checking it out again just a few minutes ago and...

(GlennaJo went to check on the plant. Ever since I gave her new Spring coat just a touch of my scent yesterday, she's been running around sniffing the air like a bloodhound.)

'Scuse me, gotta go stir the sand in the flower pot again.

I'm tired of being hissed at.

GlennaJo has been a total crab since I jumped from the top book shelf earlier this evening. All she does is stare at me in her most hostile manner. And she screws up her face and hisses whenever I move.

It isn't my fault GlennaJo happened to walk into my flight path immediately after take off. If she had slowed down, or even speeded up, all would have been well. But no, she just kept plodding along.

Personally, I think the racing stripes look very attractive.

GlennaJo insists it was an accident, but I'm sure it was revenge.

She was doing the usual boring stuff before bed, so I went to explore the bathroom. I jumped into the tub and confronted the most disgusting sight I have ever seen in my life.

I was surrounded by water. And every time I moved the water soaked me even more. I got out of there in a hurry, believe you me.

Then I lay down right in the middle of GlennaJo's bed and dried myself off.

Believe it or not (and I know there are many doubters out there), I have taught GlennaJo a trick.

Humans are trainable, but you have to tailor the trick to the person. You look for a trait or habit that the primate already has a tendency toward, and then you train them to perform at your signal, usually by providing affection and purring.

GlennaJo's new trick is ecstatic kneading. It's not unlike the constant typing activity she seems to love so much, so all I had to do was demonstrate a few (hundred) times and she finally got it.

The only problem is she seems to think it doesn't count if I can't feel it, so it's a bit hard on my ribs.

But, given the material I had to work with, I'm pretty proud of my training accomplishment.

On the other hand, GlennaJo has been very slow to pick up on my clear instructions to provide 5 or 6 liver treats the minute she walks in the door after work.

She seems easily distracted, hanging up her coat and removing her boots or shoes before even noticing my presence.

I've tried using my usual "the bowl is empty" rubbing and weaving between the legs, but once she sees food in the bowl, she says I'm being silly and walks out of the room. Silly?

I'm very serious indeed about my liver treats.

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