You Are Under My Power

I *wish* my pet humans were well-trained. Sometimes I have to wait FOREVER before they realize that I want this door opened so I can go inside to the next room. Still, I try to look as commanding as possible, but instead of opening doors, my pet is pointing a clicking box at me and the light is flashing. Sigh.

Enjoys in the Heat Up There

Myst surprised us all today as we sat around (or in my case, on) the table. Myst came into the kitchen, meowing loudly. We we all startled but Terry got up to see what he wanted.

He led our pet human into the computer room where the computer was turned off and under a dust cover. Myst jumped up on the chair and stared at the computer and at Terry (being the most curious cat in the house, I followed to see what was up).

It did not take Terry long to realize that Myst wanted her to turn the computer on and get the big old monitor all nice and hot for his rest. So she turned it on and put him up there and he was quite content.

Spiderman Fan

Apparently our pet humans are not the only Spiderman fans. Dandelion admits to loving this shirt ... well, ok, he loves it as a bed. But hey, I think it makes a good bed, too, and I am SURE to sleep on top of any fresh laundry myself.

Emmie

This is Emmie, Punkin's sister, that my human also watched last week. She has a lot to say and is a very pretty cat -- hmmm, maybe my new pinup picture!

Meet Punkin

This is Punkin. My pet human babysat Punkin and his sister, Emmie, while their pet humans went to Germany. Their mom was a Katrina rescued cat.

I would not let Terry touch me when she came back until I had sniffed her fingers thoroughly. I could tell there had been another cat around here. Humpf.

Who Dares to Disturb His Sleep?

Terry got out the clicking box and Myst looked at her like "Why are you disturbing my sleep?" Meanwhile, Terry is thinking she will be vacuuming out the back of the monitor more often, now.

Myst's New Favorite Place to Sleep

I was here working on my blog when I heard snoring sounds. Figuring Myst was nearby, I decided to find and pounce on him. Neither Terry nor I could track down the snoring until Myst woke up. He was sleeping on the back of a huge 21" CRT monitor and nobody saw him. Hmmm, it is nice and warm up there. Maybe I will try it, too.