demanding equal time

You know,

there's a certain point in every cat's life

when she has to really 

take a stand,

demand attention,

and

. . . . 

insist that she get blog time.

you know,

the Big Two Legged One is just so obsessed

with that 

other blog.

And it's very difficult when you're a cat,

and your paws are too big

to type.

I mean, honestly,

it's not like I have much to say,

but this blog

has been silent

way too long

What's my explanation?

Well, the Big Two Legged One,

when not working on

the Other Blog,

has been working like a dog--

seriously:

she comes home every night

and works more,

and

the Stinky Deaf One

and I

fight

for lap time.

It's very hard for me, you know,

since I can hear,

and 

I would like a little 

TLC myself.

But the ugly fact is:

The BTLO

got so used to being with

a cat with broken ears

that she sits around making

no sound at all.

And my illustrious,

exotic

roommate

-- yeah, that one --

gets the run of everything.

Since she's deaf,

well,

there doesn't need to be

any sound.

I have to honestly tell you:

I sometimes wonder 

what she actually hears in her head.

I mean, seriously,

she just sits for hours,

she can even sleep when

the vacuum cleaner is on right next to her.

Does she hear nothing at all?

Or maybe she hears some old sounds

from when she was a kitten,

sounds like I've never heard

before, because

I've never been to Turkey.

In fact, 

my most recent

greatest adventure

was stalking

a salad

Oh, well,

it had no cheese in it.

You get what you can take,

right?

I'll take this nice bed!

If you  have a few extra minutes,
check out this
very serious cat drama
I found on the internet



The Cat Piano from PRA on Vimeo.


I love cat romances --

love,

Squeak