Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Pent-up and Pouting

Sunday I thought about getting up when Mom and Daddy did,
but that's as far as I got.


I was in my bed when Mom and Daddy left.
I was in my bed when they got home.

I thought I could fool them into thinking
that I had been in bed the entire time.
Somehow they wouldn't believe me.

They said something about Mimz being in the
bedroom when they left and in the living room when they got home.

Darn you Mimzy!

After such a lazy Caturday, I became restless on Sunday.


I meowed and meowed.
I ran around.
I still didn't get to go outside.

I sat next to Mom and Daddy on the couch while
they watched some show on the computer.

Eventually they noticed that I was watching too.
When a boring ad came on, I turned away.
So Mom decided to put a video on I would like.

That got my attention!
I went in for a closer look.


Crickets!


Monday was similar.
I was so restless!

Mom was late going on our usual rounds.

When we went out there,
the Nice Ladies were already in their cars about to leave.

Nice Lady 2 waved as she pulled away.
Nice Lady 1 was still in her parking space,
so she rolled down the window and greeted me.
I was nervous, however, because her car was running.

So our time out of the house was brief.
TOO brief!

I began to complain.
Then I began to run around.


Then I complained some more.
So Mom moved my Box Hotel into the dining room.


I appreciated it.


Then I continued my cycle.

Which went like this:

Complain with lots of loud meowing.


Run amok.


Pout.


Repeat.

Mom was hanging out with Computer Aunt 
instead of paying attention to me.

So I put Mimzy in my food bowl again.


After Daddy had been home awhile,
I snuggled onto Mom's lap.

I stayed there and pouted.
Even when she tried to 'un-recline' the recliner.

"45° angle ain't got nothin' on me!"

I had to get up.
It turns out that a human can't get up if a 
cat's on their lap UNLESS they have to use 
the restroom.

So I returned to my routine.
Complain.  Romp.  Pout.

Eventually I ended up back in Mom's lap.


Mom kept saying, 
"Don't worry.  Tomorrow will be better.
Tomorrow's your birthday!  You'll get anything you want!"

WELL I HAD BETTER!


Because Monday stunk big time!