BLAH WEATHER!
It’s a jungle out there, mama. Papa let me out this morning because I was peeping and peeping and I walked out into WET, DISGUSTING, RAINY and MISERABLE weather, only a day after basking on the stepping stones in full sun and warm breezes with the scent of roses wafting over my muzzle.
What goes on around here anyway? Today is Easter Sunday and we’re supposed to have SUN. As in SUN-day? So I’m just sitting here wishing I were out there and frankly, there’s not much to do here.
We don’t have one of those kitty-hotels or weird contraptions for me to play in like a hamster wheel or whatever those dumb-ass animals run around on frantically. Well you can see I’m in a mood….
Now when it comes to play, those anthros DO play with me for ten or fifteen minutes each time—once in the morning and once at night before dinner because those are the two times in a kitty’s day when the hunting instinct kicks in, and man, do I play. BUT…if for some unknown reason, mama or papa forgets that I want to tear something’s throat out or stalk or leap like lightening at that black knot they’ve tied in the end of a long piece of elastic and use as my “prey” (fat chance—they don’t know that I am well aware that an exercise elastic is NOT a mouse! Who would be so dumb?), then there I sit, gazing out at the lousy day and waiting for playtime.
MY GAME FACE!
Notice the grace in my position!
HAH, got him!
Mama says that she needs at least 15 minutes of playtime a day, too. Maybe make that a little more, so in the morning, she hits her garden (except on days like THIS ONE!) and then in the evening, she meets papa (he’s upstairs in his eyrie with no playtime at all!) and they both have a nice glass of something and lately, watch other people tear each other’s throats out in Game of Thrones.
That’s MY kind of playtime, but often, they also watch a lot of ARTE (yawn…), and so I do what I do best.
Well, happy Easter, anyway, come rain or shine.
Every one of these photos is absolutely priceless. We had our first truly spring day on Easter Sunday for which we are ever so thankful. Hope you had a blessed Easter. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo
Did we ever. I wanted to lick the deviled egg dish but mama said that might not be to my liking–Dijon mustard and all that, but I think I would have liked it. Don’t be horrified by this, but mama’s guests are not vegetarians and mama roasted cabrito…okay, okay I know the way the world is going, but I did get a little bite of that and oh, boy.