"While the cat's away...." More aptly "When the cats are homegrown nipped out....the sisfur will steal." While Latte & Chase were busy enjoying their new snuggles from DKM (I already have my own of course and its even named after me and pink!) I took to the "packaging". DKM was so sweet to send me snuggles AND string. Its good to be a trash thief!!
Next week I'll be blogging at The Cats P for all future posts.
Last night one of us *ahem* yakked on the love seat. This prompted the Lap Lady to clean up the whole love seat and find all of my treasures.
1. Ticket to a concert back in February.
2. Pull tab from butter box.
3. Plastic pull top from bag of cheese.
4. Bits of tissue paper from a gift box.
5. Plastic wrapper from the top of an eye-drop bottle.
6. Q-tip.
7. One dollar bill.
8. Temptation (I was saving it for later!).
9. Tag from one of the Lap Lady's new skirts.
10. Hair elastic.
11. Receipt from Blockbuster (with due date listed).
12. A coupon for dish washing detergent.
13. Pull top from a lazy human dinner (microwaveable).
Do you want to know how desperate for playing I am? Receipts. Of course you know I love "trash" anyway but since the Tall Man seems to very easily ignore my meezes at the toy closet I decided to take my nagging a bit further. Now I will carry a piece of "trash" in my mouth and yell at the same time. Now you'd think this would be difficult and it is! Keeping my jaws clamped on the juicy trash morsel while meezing loudly has taken a lot of practice. I mean, my meezes usually make me open my mouth WIDE. So this tactic is used to get the attention of the Tall Man and make him get up and get my "trash" and then play with me. Its not working...yet.
The Tall Man has a new tactic he's using with me. Temptation. And I'm not talking those tasty treats! He thinks its funny to put something that I really really really want to steal in front of me. Now I know if I'm visible to the humans with trash I'll get yelled at. So I don't steal under their noses, only when they aren't around. So here I sit totally tortured. And he just laughs and laughs. Luckily he did reward me with a lot of whirly-bird time. He's the fastest bird-slinger-in-the-East! (But he can't beat Latte's jaws of death or my death defying leaps!). He gets me so tired playing that I practically pant. I have to fall over for a while and breath really hard while my underarms are very pink.
