When it is very hots here, like it is every second of my life lately, I get a little moody. I mraw mraw, I sprawl on the floor and attack my Person's feets, and I lay around and pout. I know this is not the most dignified behavior in the entire world, but I just can't help it because I am a very hairy and big dude and I just can't keep cool and it makes me very grouchy because when I want something, I want it now and I want it on MY OWN TERMS. The hots don't seem to understand this.
I am lucky, though, because my Person seems to really understand how grouchy I am and she does nice things to try to make me feel better. Like she feeds me cheese! I love cheese. My Person says that this makes sense, because she is from a place called Whiskonsin, where they have lots of cheese. The cats there must have HUGE whisker humps because they named the whole place after them, and I bet they get lots of cheese, too! I bet I would like it there.
She also lets me play with my ribbon wand a lot. My ribbon wand was my Krismiss present from my friend Bonnie, who is my Person's person and is also from Whiskonsin. My ribbon wand is a very dangerous creechur with many ribbon arms that attack me and my paws. Like other things (mices on top of the blankets and other cats that could be hiding in the boxes), my Person does not seem to understand how dangerous my ribbon wand is and she will HOLD IT IN HER HAND and I get very upset and so I try to kill it. That is what is going on in this picture. You can see that I am very serious about killing things to keep my Person safe. You can also get a good view of my very big toes, which help me get a better grip on things I am trying to kill.
Sometimes my Person's hands turn into dangerous creechurs too, and then I have to attack them. I hold them with my very big front paws and I kick them with my very big back feets and sometimes I mraw mraw too. Sometimes my Person seems to understand that her hands can turn bad and must be punished, because she does not usually get mad at me for doing this. But just when I think she gets it, then she WILL get mad, and then I realize that that is her AGAIN not understanding that THERE ARE LOTS OF DANGEROUS THINGS AROUND AND SOMETIMES HER HANDS ARE ONE OF THEM. Honestly. I have a really hard job.
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mommy said that when it gotted really hot 'afore when she and The One Who Came Before lived in Phil-a-dell-fia, she would take Ralphie into the shower wif her and then they would lay on the bed in front of the fan. She said Ralphie was really fat and he would get really miserable in the hots, and that he liked taking a shower wif mommy and laying in front of the fan.
Hiya Kismet! I like yore bloggie. I will be coming back & I will make mine Momma add you to mine linkies the next time her updates mine list!
Maybe I should try going into that big white box with my Person when she pours water on herself! I like to sit on the edge of it while she is in there, and I like to drink from the silver water spout, so maybe I WOULD like being in there! I don't like the fan though. It blows my whiskers around, and I hate that. So I just sprawl.
Thanks Oreo! I don't know how to add links or I would do that too. But I know how to get to your blog from Skeezy's!
Why can't you speak properly??? What's wrong with you people?
We are CATS, not people, and we speak fine! Grump!
I HAS THAT RIBBON WAND TOO! Isn't it the greatestest? An I lif in Whiskonsin an lurve cheese! It's a wonnerful place to live. An... this is weird. My sisfur is Bonnie. Whoa. Kismet, maybe we are meant to be furiends. Yur doin a good job of purrtectin yur home.
Wow, Victor, we have TONS in common! Do cats in Whiskonsin have huge whisker humps? Do you get cheese ALL THE TIME? Does your ribbon wand attack you too!!
I love Kismet's blog, but all the other pet blogs FREAK ME THE FUCK OUT.
ILU K8.
Whisker Humps + Big Man Cat Paws = Good Post.
Sorry about the hots. Look into a pool for yourself.
My frend Victor Tabbycat is frum Whiskeronsin. Maybe yer food lady knows him? I'll have to ask him abowt the cheeze. I like cheeze, too! It's bin very hot heer, too. Wich is why I'm pritty sertin yoo must live on the other side of the big forest frum me.
A werd of warning: win it gits hot like it is heer rite now, the hyoomans start tokking "Lion Cut." And that is a fate werse than deth. I can tell yer a dignified cat, just like me, and dignified cats do not do lion cuts.
I don't know him, Skeezy, but I should because we have TONS in common!
I hope I live close to you. There are no big forests here though. Just eff trayns.
I thought you said I WASN'T dignified because I have a pink hoodie!
If my Person tried to give me a lion cut, I would use my very big feets and she would think twice about that!
Emma sed one of the werds on my bad werd list!
My lady said that the wiskonsun state yer talking about is close to mishigin whare we used to live.
We asked if we ever met yoo and she said no "its on the other side of the water". Since we dont like water we probibly never met yoo.
Hi Kismet
Found you over at Skeezix's page. We live in Whiskonsin! Stop over and visit us. We're adding your link to our page.
George, Tipper, Max & Misty
I'm impressed with your site, very nice graphics!
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