Oh my, how time has flown. I've been simply enjoying life with Ms. Patty and Mr. K. And with the holidays there's been all sorts of fun to stuff to get into (that I'm sure I'm not supposed to). Let me tell you a little about life of late. I'll have more as we move into the new year.
A few months ago Mr. K fixed something with the furnace; no clue what to be quite honest - I'm a feline, not a human being. Anyway, whatever he did resulted in something utterly fascinating. No, really!
From the furnace there now is this clear tube, it goes through a hole near the floor in the utility room into another part of the basement, and continues to the laundry room to the drain.
Have you ever seen water flow through a tube? Why, it’s simply amazing to see those bubbles glide along in there. I sometimes pounce on a bubble to see if I can catch it but all that does it move it further along.
In fact, I followed it one day only to find that the water was coming out of the tube at the drain. I could watch this for hours. And I have, my pretties, I have.
What else has been going on? Well, Ms. Patty and Mr. K. put up some pretty lights and ornaments near the ceiling. They were hung from one end of the living room to the other, and the tail of the white garland landed right by the Christmas packages. (Well, they did, the packages are gone now.) I really enjoyed playing with the garland and the pretty curlicue ribbons on the packages, such fun. However, Ms. Patty didn’t seem to think so, so I tried to do that when she wasn’t looking.
Lately, however, I’ve been a bit frustrated. I know I should be grateful because I get fed every day, but they’ve gone and changed my feeding times and set up again. And it doesn’t include my food dispenser that I loved playing with even when I wasn’t eating. Why, you ask?
I’m a bit embarrassed to admit it, but I broke it. I didn’t mean to, it just sort of happened. And now as a result of my foolishness, I get my food twice a day in a bowl.
With two potatoes.
You think I jest? Alas, I do not.
See?
They think they’re doing me a favor, having those potatoes in the dish. Supposedly I’m working my forepaw muscles and being kind to my belly.
I suppose there might be some truth to that, though I truly hate to admit it. Ms. Patty says I used to eat (she actually said ‘snarf’ which is such a trailer trash-like term, how insulting!) my meal in about two minutes, now I’m spending a great amount of time eating, upwards of 20 minutes.
Perhaps this is a good thing, after all, it might just be helping me get my svelte figure back. Just don't tell Ms. Patty or Mr. K that I'm admitting this, it would ruin my reputation.
