Vacation

I just got home from spending a week with my person's mom. The dad was out of town, so it was just the two of us hanging around the house. I got to climb trees and help rake leaves. And then, there were the long hours sleeping in the rocking chair. I really didn't want to come home even though I did miss my person.

A new place.

I've known something was going on for awhile now. First, all our stuff moved into the garage at the parents' house. I had some good hiding places. Then they started moving stuff around and some of it disappeared. Then my person left. But last night the parents brought me here, to this new place where all our stuff is and my person was so happy to see me.

It's going to take some getting used to. There are new cabinets to explore and I don't think I'm going to get to go outside as much. But my person's here and that's what really matters.

Where'd it all go?

Our stuff is gone! It's been a very weird few days. I was happy at the parents' place. My person was here after being gone for a long time. Things were good. then she disappeared! The next day the parents people put me in my crate in the car and drove a long time. We went back to my person's home. But it was different. There were boxes everywhere and my food and water dishes were not where they're supposed to be. And my litter box was gone! The next day, more people came and they started moving all the stuff out of our house. That night everyone slept on the floor. It's just too weird.

I'm a carnivore?

A couple weeks ago my person and I were watching a cooking show about pet food. One of the individuals on that show stated that cats are pure carnivores. I don't believe it! You mean I've been eating the wrong things all these years? Do fish crackers count? (The plain ones are best) What about really stinky cheese? (I'll take a good bleu over cheddar any day!) Of course my current seasonal favorite is....GRASS! The long, wide bladed variety.

Cold, White Stuff!

I've been keeping myself indoors lately. Okay, I want to go outside, but it's cold and, hey, I'm a house cat. But I can't resist my person's call "Hey Kit, want to go outside?" It's the magic word. Outside. And usually it means I'm going to have some fun.


The other day was a bit different. I jumped up and headed for the door only to be greeted with more cold and this white stuff falling from the sky. I think it's called snow, but I've only seen it a few times in my life. It doesn't happen very often where I live. I decided to cut my outdoors jaunt short. Who know, that stuff might be dangerous.

I hate the car! I hate the car!

It was another unpleasant car ride in my crate. I had to show my displeasure by complaining loudly for the first sixty miles, or so my person told her mother. Then I did the panting thing she finds so freaky. On the plus side, after the long, long journey we're in my second favorite place. And it's tree time. Lots of dangly things to knock off onto the floor. It didn't take me long to find some nice curly ribbon to chew on and tissue paper to shred. That made my person's mother very unhappy. I guess she didn't want to know what smelled so good in that present yet. Oh well.

I hate to travel

So, I'm hiding under the dining room table as this is being typed. I was correct in thinking that I would be going somewhere. My person went to work one day her parents scooped me up into my carrier and brought me to their house. It's a nice house, and I like being here since my person's mom lets me outside. But I miss my person when we're apart.

My person arrived here tonight and maybe I have to go home now. That's why I'm hiding. I really don't like my crate.