Well then, I imagine that you are wondering why I haven’t updated in a long while. Well there was a lot of confusion in my home.. My humans decided that it was time to do some serious cleaning… of such magnitude that the walls lightened in colour to white.. from a pale pistashio green to white!
I found out that they cheated though… they weren’t cleaning the walls.. they were painting it! I rubbed my furry butt against the wall and I got paint on me! Now a lesser cat would probably go “Oh noes!” and complain to the incompetent human whose fault this was. I decided to do things a little differently.. especially as I’d only actually noticed the paint on my behind when I had settled in Rachael’s bed. It was fine though… The paint was pretty dry by then.. so I positioned myself to best display the paint when Rachael would eventually come into the room and see me sprawled on her bed.
As you can imagine.. It didn’t actually work out very well. She rushed to my side and picked me up in her arms, cuddling me, and she touched my fur softly to see if it was wet. I imagine she thought I was stupid enough to try licking that stuff off. (I tasted it a little) Then she carried me to daddy to tell on me.. how I furred up a wall. Now don’t get me wrong.. I enjoyed everything up to this immensely. I love being the center of attention. I feel like a queen and I suppose I look kinda smug when I’m being pampered so lovingly.
What came next was just barbaric. Rachael got out a bowl of soap and water, and a sponge. And she started gently scrubbing my fur with the soapy water. It was tortorous. I’m ashamed to say I cried a bit. I couldn’t help it.. The water is horrible… and it was soapy too! and it was touching my skin.. soaking through my fur.
Well I suppose I am being a bit dramatic about it.. It was after all only the painted part of my rump that got washed.. I didn’t get a full out bath, and it wasn’t in the bathroom.. It was in the living room and the blinds were taken down so there was lots of sun. I don’t think anyone could see me from the road.. but it’s not as if I care about that.
Anyways, after that horrible “almost-bath” fiasco, I got to go into our yard, where I immediately rubbed my entire body on the nice warm cement floor of the half patio. There was a lot of dirt on the floor, and I annoyed Rachael. She retaliated in kind by brushing my fur while I was outside. Gosh it was bliss. I had the two best things in the world happening at the same time.. being outside and getting my fur brushed. I suppose what would be best of all was if I got treats at the same time.
Maybe I got full of myself with having two amazing things happen to me.. My humans’ Jamacian neighbour was in the shared parking lot and said something to someone else, bringing him to my attention. You gotta understand, he was in the parking lot Rachael forbid me from going. So I rushed at the fence and growled. And promptly got picked up and carried inside. gah. Silly Rachael also ratted me out to the raccoon man… Who told her to make me go upstairs so I won’t fur up any more wet walls again. Whatever. I wanted to go upstairs. You didn’t have to yell at me to go up!
It should come as no suprise to you that I was not in the mood to type up posts on here. I apologise for this.
Oh, what joy reading your posts brings me. I suppose “Daddy” is Rachael’s father, but I thought Rachael was your mother. So confused….
Daddy is the raccoon man. He said that my father is a raccoon, and my mother’s a skunk.. so I call him daddy..