Wild Kingdom or I Have to Do Everything

 

Going out, cont.

To continue with my settling in to my new home, my person doesn’t sit on a chair at a table to eat her breakfast. She prepares a tray and puts it on a small table next to a furniture piece she calls a chaise lounge. Pretty weird, I know, however her being ensconced on the chaise makes for excellent lap sitting – hell, it’s full body lolling on my part. It is the best – far superior to being a lap kitty.

This blog and all of my past blogs were happening almost three years ago. During this time, my person and I have fallen into a lovely routine and relationship – and as with all relationships we’ve had our ups and downs. More about that later. The following is present day.

Wild Kingdom or I Have to do Everything

My person is not a nature lover - especially in the house. I was frantically trying to let her know that we had an interloper in the bedroom. I guess she thought I was just playing with one of my squeaky toys. Anyway, hard to believe, but the interloper went to sleep behind the night table, and my person and I drifted into uninterrupted slumber. On the bed, of course. Uninterrupted slumber until early in the morning when all hell broke loose. The uninvited guest stirred and so did I. I was called to action – OMG the shrieks, the guttural growls - I finally got my person’s attention and she did what all “nature in the house haters” do. She got me out of the bedroom, closed the door and called her friend, John. Because John grew up on a farm, it seems as if he qualifies as a wild life expert. He went in and opened the door to the garden and we waited until the uninvited guest left. I can honestly say, I’m the only cat in history to spend a night sleeping five feet away from a squirrel!

Earlier in the day, we had a lizard on the patio. It was already dead, but she thinks that I was responsible for fighting the good fight to save us! All this time the black bully cat of the neighborhood was on the fence observing, so again I had to abate another crisis! I’m thinking if she wanted a guard animal, she might have considered adopting a Doberman?!

Anyway, I’m exhausted and will take a couple of weeks off. My person will write the next blog. Actually, it’s pretty good – all about truisms that aren’t true. Don’t miss it!

Kind regards,

Henry.