Catnip and Catnaps

Some of the monkeys are in a pack down there, making loud noise in the street. And they say us cats never sleep.

It’s windy. I’m a bit nervous. The doors are all banging and things are falling over outside. It’s hard to nap in all this banging. Someone even knocked at the door but I got myself out of sight in case it’s nail clipper person.

I’m bored. They are away. This morning started well enough with my walking over the female and the male giving me a lift and set down on the side off the bed. Then I walk the length and back up to sit on her chest again until she swats and man picks me up and off again. That was fun. We did that 5 times.

I smell chicken. I did a meowing chicken dance around the legs of the female and tried to fish the chicken balls out of her soup when she wasn’t looking but she caught me before I got a nose or paw in it. She threw me a lot of broken up chicken balls tho. Yummy. When she was done, I licked her bowl clean.

It’s not too cold. I can still see some snow from the window. The bits are a little bigger than a still seagull. If a seagull ever stayed still. They are excited these days. The wind is strong. They catch currents up there. If I could catch a current, I could catch a feather or more in my teeth.

Cool one today. I feel my bones creak. I get up gingerly. I feel my years but I’m glad as the hours pass, I’ll get my youth back from the sun.

Oh the humans are making their slurp sounds and negative ion fields and making heat like a radiator.

They never seem to appreciate my joining the love fest but a pillow thrown at me is utterly unnecessary.