And Then The Doorbell Rang

Hi everyone, Katie here.

He eats my food. He drinks my water. He sleeps in my bed, scratches my posts, plays with my toys. But now Waffles TOO has gone TOO far.

It was supposed to be an easy Sunday. Lounging, movies and catnip. Until the doorbell rang. It was the Cat Sitter. Wha??? The CAT SITTER. There was no warning. There were no suitcases, no big bowls of food. Certainly no teary goodbyes.

The Cat Sitter had apparently arrived on the invitation of Waffles Too. Wha??? Waffles Too INVITED the Cat Sitter AND her boyfriend over to MY townhouse for NO GOOD REASON. Ok, there's never a good reason for the Cat Sitter. But he invited them over to VISIT.  To PLAY.  For the FUN of it. Can you believe it???

Ignorance is bliss alright. 

Meanwhile I was trapped. Held captive against my will in the SAME room as everyone, INCLUDING the Cat Sitter, forced to watch them play with Waffles Too. They were cooing and squeeing all themselves. It was sickening.

On Guard

Hi everyone, Katie here.

In my continued effort to dazzle, amaze and confuse Glogirly and Gloman, I've incorporated a watchdog routine into my daily repertoire.

I've identified a specific spot on the living room rug, adjacent to the sofa they seem to lay around on all the time, as my designated guard post.

From this spot I have a clear view of all possible points of entry, should an intruder make his/her way into the inner sanctum of the townhouse.

I can sit and stare (I mean guard) for hours. I limit my food and bathroom breaks while on post to emergency situations only.

Glogirly and Gloman believe I am protecting the townhouse from intruder insurgence. Truth be told, I'm just messing with them. Even though I sit motionless staring off into space (I mean guarding) I'm able to take in their entire dialogue. It's better than any show on TV.

"Look, she's guarding us again."

"Does she hear something?"

"No. Do YOU hear anything?"

"I sure wish I knew what she was thinking."

"We can't possibly be THAT smart."

"Why does she always sit in exactly the same spot?"

"Why does she just stare off into space?"

"She's not staring. She's guarding."

"She's not guarding. She's sleeping."

"With her eyes open?"

"She thinks she's protecting us."

"Yeah, right."

Doorbell rings on the TV.

"Where's Katie?"