Monday, December 31, 2007
Sunday, December 30, 2007
Freckles isn’t a rabbit who jumps into things without thinking. She cautiously examines all her options (looks before she leaps). She was taking no chances with the kitty condo. I was sure she would love it if she just gave it a chance. I crossed my fingers and watched.
Saturday, December 29, 2007
Friday, December 28, 2007
From my perch on the couch, I saw Freckles stop and search the room. She must have detected the newness of the condo in the corner. I smiled as I saw her ears shift forward while she puzzled out the strange object. Would she like it? Would she go inside? Was it large enough for her to fit? Then, in a startling move, she thumped at it! Every muscle in her body alert, she inched forward as she awaited a reply.
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
I had searched the living room for the right location to set the cat condo, finally deciding to place it against the wall beside my husband’s chair. Freckles loved to spread out and relax next to his feet, so I believed that would be the perfect location to set up her new hiding space.
Tuesday, December 25, 2007
Monday, December 24, 2007
Sunday, December 23, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
Thursday, December 20, 2007
When Freckles finished her salad, she glanced around the room (probably seeking other mischief she could get herself into) and finding nothing of interest, she hopped down the hallway to her room.
I picked up the pet store advertisement from the Sunday newspaper and paged through it searching for new treats I could buy for Freckles. When I reached page 3, I stared at what I found pictured there -- the perfect item to make my Freckles happy.
Wednesday, December 19, 2007
While I enjoyed the pointy leaves and orange stick pieces, I saw the high-voiced one pick up the shiny treat and depart through the unexplored portal. I knew it would never let me have it back and felt a deep-down sadness that the delicious treat was gone. But, if I found it once, I might be able to find another one. I’d just have to keep my eyes open for another opportunity.
When I finished my leaves, my eyes felt droopy and tired. It was exhausting using my superior brain to outwit the high-voiced one. I hopped back down the tunnel to the Home Place and took a nap.
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
While Freckles focused on her salad, I grabbed the magazine and examined it. She'd eaten all around the top and bottom edges and a good portion of the side. I sure hoped she wouldn't get sick -- I’d never forgive myself. I carried the destroyed magazine into the kitchen and dumped it into the trash.
Monday, December 17, 2007
Sunday, December 16, 2007
Here are our 5 random things (which really makes 10 things because we each have one for each category)...
- Freckles hates cucumbers. Deb likes cucumbers but prefers the English variety best.
- Deb works at a school for the arts where six different art forms are integrated with academic classes. Freckles stays home all day thinking of ways to integrate her wishes into Deb's activities.
- Freckles grunts and attacks the Swiffer duster if it gets too close when dusting her rocking chair legs. Deb attacks the furniture with the Swiffer duster, usually without grunting, (and then only when the dust is thick enough to write on.)
- Deb has three sons: Nice Guy, Nice Guy 2, and Nice Guy 3. They are all grown up. Deb isn't sure if she's grown up 'cuz she still loves children's books. We don't know if Freckles has any children (and she's not saying), but we know she does love to chew on children's books.
- Deb went to Europe when she graduated from high school and visited eight countries in 45 days! Freckles was found wandering the streets of downtown Camas, Washington. She's been quiet about whether she's been to Europe or not. (We're guessing the answer is no.)
If you don't know how to play the tag game, here are the rules: List 5 random things about yourself on your blog. Then, tag 5 friends at the end of your post with a link to their blogs. Don’t forget to let your blogger friends know they've been tagged. Then, it's their turn. They will list 5 random things on their blog and tag 5 more people and so on and so on. Make sure to go back to their blog so you can read their 5 random things.
I am going to tag Hopscotch, The Furry Kids, Mrs. Sniffles, Deb (she's a different Deb!), and Meezer Tails. You're it!
Saturday, December 15, 2007
I watched Freckles trying to make up her mind between the magazine she was sitting on and the salad of dandelions and carrots. It seemed like a long time, but was probably only a matter of minutes before she seemed to arrive at a decision. She stood, hopped the few hops to the plate, and enthusiasticly attacked the salad.
Friday, December 14, 2007
Thursday, December 13, 2007
As I thought about my problem, I noticed Freckles’ nose wiggled rapidly back and forth from time to time. I watched her glance wander in the direction of the dandelion-carrot salad I’d made for her. Hmmm. Maybe I wouldn’t have to do anything after all. Maybe her nose would move her from the magazine. How long could she hold out on temptation?
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
I sat in my chair and thought about my situation for a long time. Freckles stayed plopped on the magazine, leaning over every so often to nibble on its edges. Didn’t she understand that I was just thinking of what was best for her? I didn’t want her to get sick for Pete’s sake. I decided that I would have to lure her away from the magazine. But, the dandelion-carrot salad hadn’t done the trick. I was going to have to bring out the really tempting stuff.
Monday, December 10, 2007
Sunday, December 9, 2007
I couldn’t believe my eyes. Freckles really didn’t want me to have that Consumer Reports magazine. She plopped her plump little bottom right down on top of the cover. Now what was I going to do? I didn’t want her eating that shiny ink-filled paper, but I also couldn’t stand the thought that she might be mad at me again. The only way for me to get that magazine was to lift Freckles and snatch it out from underneath her. Freckles didn't like to be held. This was going to require some finesse. I sat down in my chair to think about my problem.
Saturday, December 8, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
Thursday, December 6, 2007
As I reached for the magazine, Freckles grabbed hold of one corner of it and yanked it with her teeth. She shifted it a good foot from it’s original location. I lunged forward to try again, and she did something that made my jaw drop open in surprise!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Freckles stayed with the Consumer Reports Magazine rather than take the special treats salad I had made for her. I might have taken it personally if I had believed that she really meant to snub my salad. I figured she was just enjoying the newness of eating magazines.
Worried that the ink would be bad for her, I decided I should take the magazine away before she got sick. I hated the idea that she would be mad at me again, especially after all of the progress that we’d made in our relationship lately. But, sometimes you just have to be the adult and face the tough decisions. I leaned over to take the magazine.
Monday, December 3, 2007
The decision was a difficult one, but I took a gamble and stayed with the shiny object. It was delicious and food on plates usually remained available for a length of time. I assumed that the pointy leaves and orange sticks would wait for me. If I left the shiny item, the high-voiced one would probably reclaim it.
Sunday, December 2, 2007
As I set the plate containing Freckles’ favorite salad on the floor, I saw her look up from her chewing of the magazine and glance at the treat. I wondered how the magazine I had been reading in the chair had ended up on the floor. I guessed that it must have slid from the end table to the floor and Freckles’ curiosity got the better of her. I was fairly sure she could never have jumped onto the chair.
The question that hung in the air now was -- would Freckles stay with the magazine or would she go for the special salad I’d made for her?
Saturday, December 1, 2007
I looked up from my chewing when the high-voiced entered the room. As it approached me I noticed a distinct aroma of my favorite pointy leaves and yellow flowers. The pleasant fragrance of orange sticks intermingled with the pointy leaves smell.
It placed the display of treats on the floor near me. I was forced to make an important decision -- continue my revenge on the high-voiced one by chewing its yummy shiny treat or leave the treat and attack the delicious plate of my favorites which the high-voiced one had brought into the room. Oh, fie on decisions. This one was too hard!