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Cat's Logs - Week 13

GlennaJo says today is a very serious human holiday dealing with rebirth and salvation.

She looks pretty safe to me, in a warm comfortable house with plenty of good food and me for companionship. What could be safer or nicer? So I had to ask, "What do you need salvation from?"

I thought it might be stuff like me hiding behind the furniture and jumping at her when she walks by or her asthma, but she said, "My sins." Ah ha, I thought, now we'll get to the limited availability of liver treats around here.

But she said it was her pride and self-absorption and thinking she's better than other people and lying when she's in a jam and not spending time with God the way she knows she should.

Sounds like we all need salvation.

I've got GlennaJo fretting because I'm racing around the house like a wild thing.

She worries when I sleep too much. She worries when I'm too nice. She worries when I get upset about all the brushing and nip her. She worries when I get bored and pick a new nap spot. And now she worries when I run around and have a rip roaring good time. What a crab!

Hmmm. Maybe I can get her to start worrying about the lack of liver in my diet. Look GlennaJo, it says on this web site that only 100 grams of liver provides 722% of the RDA for Vitamin A, 197% of the RDA for Vitamin B-12 and 122% of the RDA for Folate. Why, it's health food!

What! It also has 482 mg of cholesterol?!?

Guess GlennaJo's got something new to worry about.

That's it! I'm not sitting with GlennaJo anymore tonight.

Every time she reaches over to pet me, she says, "Look, a mat." Then she pulls my hair, either with her fingers or the brush, until I get so angry I bite her. To hear her tell it, it's me who's at fault here, not the one who drove me to it.

What I want to know is why does GlennaJo keep putting those mats on me?

It's been a pretty dull evening around here considering the highlight was GlennaJo cleaning the refrigerator.

I had been under the impression that she was conducting scientific experiments with mold aimed at finding a cure for cancer, but it turns out it was just old spoiled food.

Now, here's what I don't understand - refrigerators use up expensive electricity, right? So why would you use that electricity on old spoiled food?

And, after spending expensive electricity to store the old spoiled food, why would you just throw it away?

If she fed herself dry cereal like she feeds me, she wouldn't have these problems.

Ah, Spring--the season of bird watching.

The den window looks out over the neighbors' yard, which is large and fenced and has several majestic old trees. The birds love it

There's also a little tree so near my window that it clicks against it when the wind blows. This afternoon, several wrens were foolish enough to sit on the little tree. I sang my hunting song, "ke-ke-ke-ke," but quietly so they couldn't hear. Moving into a crouch I prepared to spring by pointing toward them with my paw.

There oughta be a law against glass windows in the Spring.

I have very mixed feelings about going outside.

Mz. Veldt says she used to get tuna out of GlennaJo by going out the window onto the roof and refusing to come in until a can was opened. That was another house, though, where an ambitious cat could push the screen right out of the window. The screens in this old house are much sturdier.

Veldt does agree with GlennaJo that going outside is very overrated. She says the last time she got outside (by pushing out a screen, of course) she had to cry at the door of the apartment building until another tenant let her into the entryway and then she was stuck in the entryway, cowering whenever a stranger entered or left the building, until GlennaJo finally got home from work. (GlennaJo insists I tell you that workmen left the window open in defiance of her clear and repeated instructions that it had to be closed when they left.)

With Spring calling, though, it's hard to ignore an open window.

I spent time today enjoying the sunshine in the living room window.

This is the largest window in the house and overlooks a street with quite a bit of pedestrian traffic. Most of the people are the same day after day--it's sort of like a jumbo ant farm, except the activity is less logical.

There are birds near the living room window, but they are several feet away, roosting in the large tree, which is also home to a few squirrels. Children climb this tree, which can provide hours of amusement on a slow morning.

The couch backs right up to the window, and provides a comfortable cushioned seat, making this window perfect for long lazy afternoons.

Ah, this is the life!

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