My sister, Sele and I (Miss Bella) had a long talk with our mom last night asking her, if she said she was going to write about cats, WHY weren’t we talked about more and we wanted to share our side of the story. She looked at us and said, “you’re absolutely right, Miss Bella and Sele. I named my blog after you and I apologize. So from now on, you will have more time to tell everyone about yourselves and we’ll start tomorrow.”
We’re going to share our morning routine. First, Sele gets really, really close to mom’s face in the morning when she’s sleeping and bops her on the nose softly, (although I’m not so nice and paw her harder, but my sister is gentle and loving and much more patient with our mom than I am!) Then our mom tries to roll over and get back to sleep, but we won’t have any of that nonsense, we’re hungry and it’s time for her to serve us.
Haven’t all of you heard the saying “Dogs have masters, Cats have staff?” Our mom knows that she’s lucky we own her. After, she finally gets up out of bed, I laugh at her, because her fur is sticking up all over head looking funny and her eyes are half-closed still. She needs learn how to wake up quickly, ready for action and look calm and collected like we cats do after our cat naps. First things first, feed us now!
See how I messed up the table all by myself? Well, that’s because there’s an empty food bowl and we don’t like the new meat our mom has hunted down for us. I point my paw at Sele and try to convince my mom that Sele is the one who scrunched up the feeding blanket but it never works. She knows that my sister, is too nice and never makes a fuss like I do.
She tells us that this new meat is better for our bodies than one we liked better. She seems to think that she knows what’s better for us than we do. Who’s she kidding? But since we’re not allowed to hunt for our own meat, we get down to business and dive into the food.
I like the crunchy dry food better though and I wait staring at my mother until she fills our food bowl. Our mother also told us that since we eat the crunchy food too fast, she found this feeding bowl that will help us slow down. Really, it’s for Sele more than it is for me as she’s a little floofier and mom says that she has to lose a little weight. I’m the athletic one and never have to worry about my looks. This new bowl, makes us pull one piece out at a time with our paws. Ridiculous, isn’t it?
And if being fed this way, isn’t bad enough, she likes to look at us while we’re trying to eat, and tells us how “cute” we look doing this. I grit my teeth and just ignore her. After we’ve both eaten, Sele likes to pretend she’s a wild kitty drinking from a waterfall like our ancestors did, so she runs to this thing called a “tub” and waits for our mom to make the pretend waterfall happen.
At first she doesn’t understand why there’s no water there for her to drink and she told me that our mommy is a “witch” and it takes magickal powers to make the water appear. Oh please! I love our mother, but even I know that we just haven’t figured out how to turn on the water with our own paws and there’s no magick involved. I say nothing though, because Sele would get too upset and defend our mother.
Now, once in a while, I’ll sit on my moms lap and let her pet me, but Sele has to sit for a long time each morning after we eat, snuggling and doing what my mom calls “making biscuits.” She purrs and purrs but I’m still waiting impatiently for our mom to hurry up and let us out.
Finally, after giving my mom the “let-me-out-now-or-else-look” she puts our collars on and opens the door for us. We can only go outside for a little time though and we have to stay in our backyard. Sometimes, we four-legged ones have to do, what a four-legged one has to do, in order to let our humans think that they’re the ones who are in control. But, really we know better though, don’t we?
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