HEY, where’s the eraser on this thing?
Well, at least I got my blog title down on paper. But now, Mya, what am I supposed to do with this metal note pad?
Hmm, tail doesn’t work. Guess I’ll go back to paws…
So, my first memories of being a kitty were shoving other small slightly bald, semi-furry creatures out of the way so I could EAT! There seemed to be too many in a row along what must have been some sort of milk factory with a head resembling mine at one end and a switchingblack tail at the other. Here, memory fades.
I think what that long, furry thing was rhymes with “other”. But then I must have been taken away somewhere and treated fairly well because when I peeked around the corner of the wood pile in which I was hiding (after being abandoned by clearly an immoral anthro of unsound mentality) and saw another weird anthro with feathers on her head (Animal? Vegetable? Mineral?), I had no qualms at all, whatever they are, about sneaking into what must have been her nearby garden and sniffing around a little bowl of kibble that the feathered weirdo had been sage enough to put out as temptation.
What’s really quite touching about my adventures in that garden is that the feathered – let’s call her “friend”- proceeded to sneakily set out kibble for THREE days in a row, moving the bowl just a little closer to what I saw as a kitchen door. And she thought I didn’t notice, HAH! A street-smart kitty like me? NO WAY did I not realize that if I kept quiet and didn’t let on that I knew full well what she was doing that I would have three more days of really good nibbles!
So, on the fourth day…
So ends my Chapter One, and like the Uncle Wiggley books’ chapters end, if a seagull doesn’t fly in our open window and eat my bowl of Purina beef stew and steal my ‘nana, I’ll tell you tomorrow what happened next…
Hey, this thing is FAST! Ciao, pencil...
Awesome Post!! Thanks for writing such a great post.
Thanks for your comment!!!
Thank you for visiting us. Persians are so exotic and lovely!
We like what we’ve read so far.
Oh, thank you so, so much. More to come.
Great post!
`Well, I wish it had been followed up yesterday but I lost my blog in cyberspace.
Don’t forget…have plenty of naps!
Yes, yes, NAPS FOR ALL!
Loulou, you are one LUCKY kitty!!! And at least your anthros aren’t hauling you around in a car, getting drenched going from bar to « home » and now, on the road again in a few minutes. But they mean well…….I guess. You and I are just homebodies at heart – but want to be with our peeps, no matter where!!
Yes, I tried to click my ruby slippers together this morning, but I couldn’t find them! Remember Dorothy?
I look forward to reading more.
Well, first, I have to sharpen my computer…er…whatever.
Oh LouLou, I had forgotten how those Uncle Wiggly chapters ended ! So we will see what Chapter Two brings – “If the good Lord’s willin’ and the creek don’t rise !”
Oh, mama was so glad someone knew the books…not many do but mama’s mama read to her from them when she was small.