The Dollhouse

When all three of us had established a routine, my girl decided to build a dollhouse. As I’ve written before, she is insane and will admit it. I wasn’t interested in getting close to the dollhouse. So, I stayed back and meditated. My girl is typically active and doing something. She typically has some kind of project going on. It wasn’t anything new with her. Spot and Isis had to get up close to see what my girl was doing.

They had to watch. I don’t know why they had to watch, and they both thought she built the dollhouse just for them. As you can see from the pictures, they both liked the dollhouse my girl put together by herself. I’m no judge of crafting, so I can’t tell you how good or how bad it turned out. All you have is the pictures to base your own judgements on.

At least Spot and Isis liked the dollhouse my girl built. I was never into toys as those two were. I prefer to ponder and meditate. So, you can see why I don’t care for those two whenever they attacked me. I’d asked them to leave me alone, but nope, those young ones just had to play with me too. It was much better when they played together and left me alone.

My girl loves dollhouses. Don’t ask me why. I don’t know. But she had fun with this project. She decided to build it even though there were three of us living with her. I watched from afar. I didn’t care to get close and check it out. Both Spot and Isis had to check it out as she was building it.

I don’t know where they got an idea like that. Not from me. They got close and watched her build it. They got so close they were nearly in her way. They weren’t afraid of what she was doing. It was quite a sight. I can’t tell you if she did a good job or not. I didn’t inspect it or test it out.

But Spot did. He got top of the dollhouse more than once. He would jump on it and it held together. You have to understand he was bigger than I was when he was fully grown. And bigger than Isis. Unbelievable. I don’t think he ever grew up. He is just a big kitten and probably will be all the way to the end of his life.

It was a big dollhouse and to me it wasn’t that great of a thing in our home. But Spot and Isis both liked it. Well, so much the better for them. My girl was proud of herself for building it all by herself. Although I could tell she was frustrated by it. She’d complain the instructions weren’t written well. She’d complain about her crafting skills. Yet, even I have to admit, it was quite an accomplishment for her.

She is a writer. So, she would know how well the instructions were written. I wouldn’t know. I never read the instructions. But she was happy to build such a thing in front of us. I can’t even complain about this project other than the noise. It made her happy. It helped to keep Spot and Isis occupied and entertained. My family was there and yet kind enough to let me have some peace. That’s all I care about.

November 1, 2020 0

Our First Christmas

The blind guy didn’t celebrate Christmas, so when my girl decided to decorate, I didn’t even care. But of course Spot did. He just had to attack the tree. He was such a kitten! Honestly. I just didn’t care. It was such a little tree. It wasn’t worth my time. There wasn’t anything to sharpen my claws on. It was much too small to climb on.

She had a tendency to give each of us a can of tuna for our Christmas dinner. Delicious. It made me love her so much. She never ate it, so we didn’t have to share with her. In fact, my girl refuses to eat animals. Yet, she had no problem giving any to us. She must have known what we needed to eat.

I do know she didn’t like our food. She didn’t care for the smell. I’m not even sure she knew how to prepare it. Whatever she gave us was already prepared and portioned. She knows how to cook, but I guess she doesn’t know how to deal with animals in cooking. She seemed healthy to me for a non-cat person.

With that first Christmas, we had a few presents near the tree. She even had some. She opened them for us. Not too exciting. They were toys. Spot loved them. I didn’t care. Eventually, she stopped celebrating Christmas with presents or even special meals. She just lost interest. I do know she prefers calm, quiet days to the craziness of the ever popular holiday of Christmas.

I can’t say I blame her. I don’t like too much excitement either. Let me sleep and meditate. Then I’ll be a happy cat. As I said, I don’t care for any part of Christmas, except for the tuna treats and catnip. Other things just aren’t as exciting or even interesting. Yet, as you can see from the pictures that Spot thought it was playtime when my girl was decorating a little tree.

Can you believe that kitten? Having to grab the garland as she is trying to decorate such a little tree. Then after she has it completely decorated and the lights plugged in, he had to knock it down. I hear there are humans who don’t put up Christmas trees because they live with cats. There are other cats like me who don’t care. But I suppose for the more playful cats, such as Spot, it’s a wonderful toy to have in the house.

Perhaps it’s a great toy for those cats stuck inside all day. Those forbidden from going outside at any time. Well, okay, perhaps a real Christmas tree is a wonderful to have. You can climb it. You can hide in it. But this tree my girl had was too small for either of those things. That’s why I wasn’t interested.

I can’t say I blame my girl for not liking the popular Christmas holiday. It can be too much. Spot and I once saw a family gathering she had to go to. We watched from the loft. It was much too much. Too much food we weren’t allowed to have. Too many presents. None were for us. There was a huge mess below us that the humans had to clean up.

And why? What was the point? If they were cats, they wouldn’t have cared about the lack. I still had my girl and Spot. That was all that mattered to me. I don’t need such things as all those presents or a huge dinner. Tuna and catnip are good. I like to have a safe, stable, permanent home with those I love. What more could I ever want or need?

January 1, 2020 0

Paws

We cats have amazing paws. Usually we have four unless something happens in the womb or later in life. We usually land on all four paws when falling or jumping. Sometimes things go wrong. Perhaps because I live with a klutz I caught some of it from her…

Or whatever the reason, usually we do land on all four paws. That’s where we hide our claws when we don’t need to bare them for any reason. We walk on our paws. We can box with our forepaws.

I have been known to impress my girl with my athletic prowess. She’s a klutz and has never been that coordinated in her life. She tries to focus and I think she has improved somewhat, but she’s not as good as I am. So, when she’s watched me jump and land perfectly on my paws, she is wowed by it.

She’s seen me jump over her bed while she was lying in it. She saw me just before I landed in the position I would land in. I ended up half standing half sitting. I was also trying to get away from Spot at the time. *Sigh.* He was annoying me with how playful he was at that time.

But at least I impressed my girl with my landing on all four of my paws.

September 1, 2019 0

My Girl the Klutz

My girl was and still is quite the klutz. I swear the first month we lived together, she kept dropping things for no reason at all. *Sigh.* She even walked into me in the dark! It startled me so much. She apologized and said she couldn’t see me once she had turned out the lights. It was her eyes. She told me she can’t see as well in the dark as I can. So, after that whenever it was dark, I told her when she was stepping too close to me. At least she has good hearing. Otherwise, I don’t think we could have gotten along as well as we do.

Oh, it was annoying to hear her dropping things on the floor. I’d be sleeping or meditating and bam! Ugh, it was too much at times. I wasn’t used to this kind of noise unless someone was about to cause some serious harm. I honestly believed her when she told me she was just a klutz. She really didn’t spill my food or water on purpose. I could tell. She typically would get down on the floor and clean up her mess. If it had been deliberate, she wouldn’t have bothered to clean up after herself. Or had bothered to apologize.

She always cleaned up her messes. That was something new and different. The place we shared was much cleaner and neater than my first home. It was amazing, but also scary whenever she cleaned. It was loud and she would move things around. I wondered if moving everything around was actually worth it. I wasn’t kidding when I call her a whirlwind… She is one in more ways than just one…

With her cleaning so much, I bathed myself until I was clean enough to be there too. I know she appreciated it. Perhaps she didn’t need to clean every week, but she seemed to think so. I don’t know why, she believed that, but I did like living in a clean place.

The blind guy wasn’t klutzy. He had never walked into me in the dark. I don’t understand why she had so much trouble. But at least she could tell me and we worked together to prevent her from stepping on me in the dark. I am glad she listened and was willing to work with me. If she had ignored me, we wouldn’t have stayed together as we have.

After that first month, I no longer woke up from a nap whenever she had dropped something. She is still a klutz, but I’m just used to her now. I am glad she’s not deliberately dropping things to scare me or to torment me. She is kind and considerate. She is what I need in a caregiver and caretaker.

I am glad she’s a part of my life even though she’s not as coordinated as I am. And there is the matter of her violin playing…

*Sigh.* The whirlwind played a violin. When I had first heard it, I cringed. I protested. I hid. I don’t know what the problem was with the violin. I didn’t know if it was her playing. I liked it whenever she played the piano as long as it’s not too loud. Her electric piano was never too loud for me. It was always pleasant, unless she got carried away with too much force. Perhaps she was just hyper?

But the violin was different. There was a horrible and hideous sound coming from it that I couldn’t stand. I don’t know why she couldn’t hear it. Something just didn’t sound right with her violin playing. I’m not entirely sure it was her. But she didn’t stop playing and eventually that horrible and hideous sound went away.

At that point, her violin playing was quite beautiful and I could sleep and meditate in peace. She had learned how to make the violin sing. But then she stopped playing it for a long time. When she picked it up again to resume her studies, the horrible and hideous sound had come back too.

So, when she was playing it everyday she had gotten the horrible and hideous sound to go away. But after she hadn’t played it often, the horrible and hideous sound was back. I have to draw the conclusion that it wasn’t her. I would have to say there must have been something wrong with that particular violin.

I don’t think she was trying to hurt my ears. She was genuinely shocked that it bothered me so much when she played the violin. I do hope if she takes up the instrument again, that she finds a better violin that won’t ever make that horrible and hideous sound.

July 1, 2019 0