CAT BATH

Humans use the phrase “cat bath” to mean a quick cleansing using a wash cloth. It is not really a bath to humans but just a wash-up. The reason for this definition of the “cat bath” allegory is because we cats use our tongue to clean up. We don’t like water. We don’t need soap.

Now if you humans want to get into water that is your business but why do humans think they have to put cats into water, use soap, and soak those poor kitties to the skin?

Call me a cab. Cat Against Baths

I HAVE BEEN A BAAAAD KITTY

ROOMMATE ROBBIE RABBIT

It seems like that I am such a busy kitty what with all my eating, drinking, sleeping, more sleeping, and keeping Bill annoyed I just don’t seem to get to my blog. I am sorry I have been such a bad kitty about these blogs.

The other day Bill let Robbie, my rabbit roommate, out of his cage. Bill felt he needed to stretch his legs and he has not taken him out on the leach much lately. I found out that he is dumber then a d o g. He will hop away from Bill when he is trying to give him a little attention and if Bill continues to pursue him he will go back into his cage.

I think the little romps in the office are over though. He was chewing on cords and Bill was trying to teach him to stop when he was told to but he just keeps on chewing. Now I will admit I destroyed my share of cords, like the phone cord, ear phone cords, and more, but I had enough sense to do it when Bill was not looking and if he did see me I would stop when he told me to stop. But not Robbie so Bill is trying to find some other way for him to exercise.

For those of you who were wondering, Evinrude’s eye healed fine and he is doing OK.

I think I hear a cat nap calling me. I better go check on it.

FINALY I GOT MY OFFICE BACK

It seems that Evinrude got a piece of foxtail, a local wild grass seed, in his eye. Well Bill being as he is had to take care of him and I got kicked out of MY office again. This is my home. I live here so why do I get kicked out?

Bill says that it is because he is afraid that if he leaves Evinrude in the shop that he might damage something and he trusts me. Did I tell you that Bill is a ham radio operator? So he has some very delicate equipment in the shop. Wait until sees the wire I chewed through and the little deposit I left in the middle of his work bench. Maybe next time he won’t trust me so much.

Evinrude got better and is back outside.

That is enough on that subject. Bill now sings his little song to me again. I guess I didn’t tell you about Bill’s song. He made it up just for me. He says the tune is something called “Nick Knack Paddy Whack” or something like that. It goes, “I love you, you love me were as happy as a flee on a cat’s back we nothing lack we live a life that’s free and go along so merrily.

Speaking of flee I have an itch and think I will go scratch. I will try to get back quicker next time if some one doesn’t kick me out of my office again

OK SO I MADE A MISTAKE

Okay so I made a mistake last week. I don’t get out much so how was I to know those were skunks?

Bill saw last weeks post and explained to me that they were only adopted by the mother cat that had just launched her brood into the world. The baby skunks’ mother was killed so the little stinkers were adopted by the momma cat. He also explained that the smell that was so bad the other night was from a skunk that had been frightened.

Tom kitten (boy) is that mother cat in for a surprise.

IT JUST DON’T LOOK RIGHT TO ME

It sure feels good to be back in my office and Bill moved my long eared room-mate.

I was looking in Bill’s computer My Picture file and ran across the above photo. There is something in that photo that does not make scents. Those kittens sure did not get their looks from their mother. I just don’t understand what kind of cat their father is and why should they all look like him? There is something that just does not smell right about that picture!

Well I have to go now.

I FEEL UNLOVED

Well I am late again but really it is not my fault. The last few days I have not been able to get to the computer. Bill kicked me out of my office into the shop in back of my office so he could bring Evinrude inside. It seems Evinrude had an infection and Bill wanted to keep him in so he could watch and treat the infection. I still can’t believe he kicked me out of my own office. Evinrude is better now so he is back outside and Bill has let me back in my office.

I learned something while Bill was watching the history channel on TV. They were discussing some place called Egypt. They were talking about how they built pyramids something in which I have no interest but then they said that they worshiped cats. They really were smart. They really knew the value of the cat. To bad people don’t still understand just how great we are.

I can’t believe what I just saw on TV. Channel 10 in Sacramento has a section in their 10 PM news called buy it and try it. The idea is to try products that are advertised and see if they really do what they say they will. Well tonight they tried a product called Ssscat. It is a pressurized can of water with a sensor. The idea is when a cat goes where humans don’t want them they set one of these devises there and when the cat approaches the area and crosses in the sensing zone it sprays the cat with WATER. I say that is no way to treat a cat but Bill says it does not hurt the cat and it can be used to protect the cat. Doesn’t he know that spraying a cat with water is torture? Check it out for your self at http://www.ssscat.com/ and tell me what you think.

Well it is time for a cat nap.

A LONG EARED ROOM MATE

A week ago Sunday Bill came dragging a cage into my office there was a long eared creature in it. My first thought was that it must be a Vulcan cat or something like that. Bill set the cage on the floor while he cleared a space for it and I got close enough to get a good smell of the thing. I knew then that this was no cat of any kind. Some times the eyes can be fooled but not the nose because the nose knows. The smell would be closer to a big mouse then a cat but it wasn’t a mouse smell either. That means it smelled more like food then friend.

Bill then took a dish out of the cage and poured some food in it. I thought it might be interesting to try a little cross culture dining so I jumped up on the desk where Bill was pouring the stuff into the dish and it was my nose that saved me from what has to be the worse possible excuse for food I have ever smelled. There was no way I was going to taste that stuff.

Bill said it is a rabbit but to me it is just a long eared room mate and I don’t need a room mate with long or short ears. What really makes me mad is the attention Bill gives that thing. He will take it out of its cage and hold it and pet it. I am supposed to be the only one he holds and pets. I let him know that I am the cat here. When he holds that thing I claw his legs then I jump on his shoulders and squall in his ears but it does not seem to faze him because he will pat my head and go on living that long eared short tailed excuse for a pet.

As I have said before I am the office cat and I am doing every thing I know to do to convince Bill that we don’t need an office rabbit.