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.

Going Somewhere? - My fears

The parents of my person arrived today for a visit. I don't know how long they're going to stay, but any time they arrive with luggage I feel the need to make myself scarce for awhile. Today I chose to hide under the bed for a couple hours. My person keeps making noises about me going home with them. I'm going to have to find a better hiding spot on the day they leave.

I Love Plastic: Part 2

Remember how I said my person's been muttering about my little plastic habit? Well she did. Wednesday night when I attempted to gnaw on my favorite lamp cord it tasted awful! She, of course, was exstatic and gleefully told me it was something called Bitter Apple and she put it on every cord I've ever looked at. I'm not happy. So I retaliated by heading off into the underbrush the other day on my supervised walk. Now she may never let me out of the house again.

I love plastic and that's bad!

I know that sounds weird. It's bad because the plastic I love to chew on most is lamp cords, yes the kind that give you a zing when the lights are on. And when my person catches me gnawing away, I am reprimanded. But that doesn't work so well. After all, I am a cat! So now my person is muttering about fixing the situation once and for all. Hmmmm. Wonder what she's got planned?

Car Rides

They're not my favorite thing. I don't mind traveling once I get to where I'm going, but I really don't like riding in my crate. It's so confining, but I don't really like to be loose in the car either. This weekend I found a happy place to ride...on my person's lap. Okay, so she's not too thrilled about it, and it's not the most comfortable, but I get to look out the window. All I had to do was make a serious racket and she let me out of that cage. I don't know how successful I'll be next time though. She's been muttering about a new plan for the next trip later this month.

Crime Against Cats

Since I'm a black cat, and my person is naturally distrustful of people, I'm usually an indoor cat. This doesn't always make me happy. I'd rather be outside in the sunshine. But after the horrible story I heard today, I'm glad my person is so protective.

My person had a cousin, Kelly, who lets his cat, Buddy, outside. Last week Kelly went away for a night and Buddy went outside. Kelly has roommate, so it's not like Buddy was locked out with no place to go. Anyway, when Kelly got home he couldn't find Buddy. Buddy finally showed up covered in red spray paint! It must take a really horrible person to do something so hideous.