Thursday, January 13, 2011
I want to go OUT!
"Meow. Rrrr....owww. Prrr. MEE-OWW!"
When my People show the first signs of stirring awake in the morning, I begin my song.
I take my position on the floor a few discreet feet from the bed, and tell them that I want to go outside.
It does not matter what the weather is like. I do tend to come back in rather quickly when it is below freezing, though. Mama did not raise no fool, as People #1 likes to say.
Today it is in the lower 40s and drizzling. PURR-fect for a cat originally from Vancouver.
This morning, People #1 lets me out. I knock at the back door an hour later. I want some nibbles!
People #2 escorts me to my food bowl in the kitchen, and gives me a scoop of Dry. (No Wet for this cat.)
Sometimes I meow before approaching the bowl. It is my subtle hint to give me a heaping scoop rather than the usual level one. People #2 rarely takes the hint, however.
A moment later, I approach People #2 who is now at his computer. I meow. He knows DARN well what I want: to go outside again.
People #2 sighs and heaves up from his chair, and leads the way to the back door. I follow demurely, deliberately. I do not want to seem too anxious (Kitty 101).
This morning, People #2 picks up that awful camera and takes a picture of me standing patiently by the door. He tells People #1 that he is *NOT* going to let me out because it is drizzling, but he wants a picture for today's blog post.
I glare at him accusingly and he does let me out. He had better!
People #2 sighs again and drapes the damp towel over a chair near the kerosene heater, so it will be warm and toasty when I come back in.
Yes, Life is good -- especially when my People exhibit their good training.
By me, of course.