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Cat's Logs - Week 19

GlennaJo was unpacking the groceries while I clearly communicated my desire to be included.

I kept reminding her that I needed a treat, and she kept saying, "You don't really want this."

Who's she to tell me what I want?

I redoubled my efforts to communicate what a good grocery unpacking team we could make and she dumped something interesting into my bowl. I did my most dignified power walk over and what did I find? Animal crackers. Yuck!!!

Using my best "what is this in my bowl???" look, I let GlennaJo know that animal crackers weren't exactly what I had in mind. She told me to wait and she'd share her lunch with me.

Lunch turned out pretty decent - ham and croissant sandwiches.

Sometimes you have to go through quite a few animal crackers to get to the meat.

Sharing is really a simple concept.

It involves making sure everyone gets a fair share of all the interesting food.

You know how unattractive those who won't share are - hissing, arching, grimacing, and/or saying, "you don't really want that."

For example, last night GlennaJo was having chicken stuffed with cheese and broccoli and I was having dry pellets. I wasn't in the mood for a nasty display, so I just lay down right beside her on the couch and stared at her while she ate her meal. She "shared" her company by patting me twice while she ate.

When she was done, I vocalized my desire to check the remains, but even that was denied to me as the plate hit the soapy water.

Does this inability to share mean GlennaJo flunked kindergarten?

I'm sure glad that storm is finally over.

Every time the thunder roared I could feel it shake the house and vibrate my bones.

Then the lightening would flash making lots of dancing prey that disappeared before I could nab it.

At times like this, it's nice to have someone to sit with.

What's scary when you're alone can be fun when you're with a friend.

Seems like humans do a whole lot of waiting - and a whole lot of racing around.

When she's going shopping on weekends, GlennaJo waits until her mom is due in 10 minutes, then throws on clothes and does her hair in about 5 minutes only to sit on the couch looking out the window until the car arrives.

Seems to me she could really improve her planning skills by paying more attention to my approach. I spend most of my time storing energy - calmly eating, sleeping, stretching my muscles and sharpening my nails.

Then when I'm playing or hunting, I'm ready to pull out all the stops. Humans call fun challenges "stress" and worry about them. We cats know how to live - a real intense adrenaline rush followed by a good meal and 8 or 10 hours of sleep.

How do you think we make it to the top of the fridge?

The rain continues.

I like green trees with birds nesting in them as much as the next tom, but I really miss the sunshine.

The gray skies seem to gray everything else to match. The birds and squirrels don't frolic and play as much as usual and humans walking by are hidden behind umbrellas.

My attendant seems to be gray, too, lacking energy to play and initiative to provide liver treats.

At least I can still enjoy quality time by taking a nap.

Last night on TV we were watching a commercial where cats endorse a brand of cat food.

It was very unrealistic.

As everyone knows, cats pay attention only to the food the attendant is currently eating. Acting excited about what's in your bowl only convinces her you can be happy with dry pellets.

The proper technique is to cry loudly for whatever your attendant is holding. It doesn't matter whether this is spinach or shredded wheat, it still gets the guilt cycle going.

Once the item is put in your bowl, check it out then look at your attendant with big sad eyes clearly communicating how betrayed you feel. After all, she got you all excited by putting something in your bowl - now she owes you.

Voila! Liver treats.

I just had a great idea!

I'm going to start an email club with all my friends. I'll put my name and four friends names at the bottom. Each cat who gets the email will send a liver treat to each of the 5 cats on the email and then add his name to the end of the list. With the worldwide reach of the Internet, I'll have millions of liver treats in just a few weeks!

What's that? No, we won't be sending spam to each other, it's liver treats.

Illegal? It's not a chain letter, it's an email club.

Besides, I only recognize the laws of the United Felines of America.

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