Wrecks and the Kitty

November 19^th 2011:

I woke up and the surroundings are familiar. The door is closed; it’s still dark but feels like the right time to wake up and no sign of anyone else. I look across the room and see lots of what seem like broken pieces of china on the floor. I get up to investigate…hmmm; it seems as if someone must have knocked some crockery over in the night. I move closer to assess the damage, but I then remember that it was me. I must have climbed up onto the work top looking for food and clumsily knocked it off. Shit! They will be down here any minute and I know they are going to blame me for this. I got back into bed and hoped they won’t notice. Suddenly the door swung open and in came the big animals who feed me. I made a run for it up the stairs and heard some noises. When I got back downstairs again the mess disappeared, result.

I guess I can get away with anything because the biggest one always picks me up and hugs me. Then I do a figure of eight around his legs for a bit and he feeds me…sucker!! There are three more of them who regularly interact with me. Two big ones and a smaller one, but he is still quite big – and scary. I like the biggest one best. He is my buddy and we chill together whenever he gets home from wherever he goes. I greet him with a quick dart to the middle steps and pat him on his face with my paw. Then he picks me up and gives me a kiss before putting some yummy food out for me.

I think my name is either “No Biting” or “Get off Kitty.” They seem to be the most used words around me. I like to gnaw on the female of the house’s hand when she picks me up and her feet when she is on the sofa. This is when I hear my name used the most. I don’t bite the biggest one because he feeds me the most so it’s probably the wrong thing to do. My litter box is always full of my poo. They only clear it up when they notice the smell, and I do like to make a smell. Oh well, time to sign off for now. Same time next week…