Sunday, November 14, 2010

long cat. . . .

Well, it's been awhile.
No excuses;
we could blame it on
the Big Two Legged One,
but honestly,
we've just been sleeping a lot.

Pişi sleeps a bit more than I do.
She is getting older.
Sometimes I walk up to her
and sniff her,
just to make sure she's still

I'm telling you, when she's asleep, she's really out of it,
and it can be hard to tell.

I was just going to walk over
and take a picture of her
on her multitude of beds,
and wouldn't you know it,
she woke up:

We have these beds all over the house.
BTLO bought two for me,
but the minute she brings one home,
ol' stinky up there moves in on it,
fills it with her scent,
and then I really don't want to sleep in it.

I just flop down where ever I can.

. . . and then there's the matter of my size.
Two of our other human friends,
Joanne & Erin,
say I'm not fat, I'm "poofy,"
and I really prefer that interpretation
of my expanding girth,
but you've all seen me when I'm shaved:
I'm not that fat.


But I am big.
Bigger than the average female cat.
After I moved in with
when I was two,
I kept growing,
so now I take up a fair amount of room
on a couch or a bed, or even a floor.

Mom -- woops, I mean the BTLO --
has just about decided
I'm pure Maine Coon,
an assessment I'll go along with.
At the very least,
I have royal blood.

So this only means I was all the more interested
when I learned of this boy-cat
named Stewie,
the longest cat in the world,
a Maine Coon who measures in
at 4 feet long.
Here he is
and a story about him:

Now, I don't know about you, but I think
he's one hot boy cat.

I love his face.

I'm putting pictures of him
inside my travel case,
where I do sleep sometimes,
because no one bothers me there.

No one.

Not even the BTLO, because
she thinks I'm afraid of the travel case,
when actually 
I've come to like it,
because most of the time,
when I get shoved into it,
I come out again in one of two
of my favorite places --
my groomer (I love getting groomed!)
or the BTLO's mom's house, aka: Kitty Nirvana.

So I go to sleep in it,
hoping when I wake up,
I'll be in one of those places.

But for now, I think I'll crash
on the couch.

See ya later,



Debra She Who Seeks said...

Life is hard, Squeak, life is hard. I hope you and Stewie meet up someday, run off together and live happily ever after.

Makropoulos said...

From Squeak: Oh, me too, Debra!!! :)