I like it here. I live with my two big hoomans and they are nice for the most part. They do not sit enough for me though.
I carry my bed out of my wire house and keep dropping it at their feet to show my displeasure but they never seem to understand. The girl just takes it back and puts it in my wire house again. The old gray one doesn't pick it up, I think his legs do not work well. It's quiet most of the time here and I like it when we sit in the warm screen place and I smell all the stuff and look at the wet. I chew on my ball and get belly rubs from my person. They talk about all the wet and I think they like it here too.
My hoomans still watch all those dumb flyers. I will never understand hoomans. You can't even pet a flyer! My person still likes them and I do NOT get it. She watches them eat rock things from little houses on a stick, high in the air. It amuses her for some reason. My person calls them seeds and nuts. Oh no! Could my person being feeding those stupid flyers to keep them coming here? Surely not.
They taunt me with their fluttering around like they know everything. There are even HOOGE flyers, they sit on the wet part out from the trees. They are fat and slow and keep getting away from me but I keep chasing them back in the wet. One day I will catch those weird, wet sitting flyers. Did I tell you I hate flyers?
My hooman likes me to sit in her lap. I like to walk with her, then stretch out and relax on the couch. About the time I am getting soft rubs and belly scratches, here come those tiny hoomans. They seem to like it here too and they come all the time.
I like it when they first get here, they jump and talk loud, bounce up and down and they bring toys too. I hide their fuzzy toys where they can find them later. We play a game where I run and lick them, I jump on their legs but they do not seem to understand the game. I don't think they have been shown how to play properly. The little one crawls inside my wire house and I do not like this at all. I pitch a fit but no one seems to care, that's my house. He has sweet eyes though and touches me easy. He tires quickly of my house and goes to bother the larger ones.
There's a little larger, tiny hooman, he is older I think but his legs still work. He sits and rubs my back while they watch the big box on the wall. He is very calm and he never hurts my ears. He also walks me outside and take me to see the stupid flyers. He does not steal my ball either and he makes sure I have water. There is a fancy tiny hooman who is very different than the others. Sometimes cat noises come out of her but she looks strange for a cat?! She takes my ball, alot. I do not quite trust her, she is sneaky but most of the time she is sweet. She throws my ball again and again, for me to chase. Sometimes she hides it too, I do not like that.
There is another bigger, tiny hooman and sometime he joins the three loud ones. He smells very much like cat and he does not bother me at all. I like him like the other bigger one.
The big hoomans and the little ones eat kibble all together and I like to sit under the little cats chair and wait for things to fall. The little cat drops things for me to eat. Okay, I forgot about that, I like her again- I guess.
I do not understand the attraction my hoomans have to these small ones. I snuggle them all the time and leave things out for them to play. I leave my ball right by my hoomans sleeping place every night but instead of being happy in the morning, she stumbles all over it. It's a ball, hooman? What's wrong with you? She says words I do not understand but she sounds mad and I go under the sleeping place until she seems happier. Those tiny hoomans do not leave balls for my hooman, surely she must know I am better to have around.
I had a scardy-time not long ago. The old gray one was gone for a long time and my person came in when all the light was gone and left as soon as the light was back, sometimes she didn't come home at all. I stayed with another hooman friend at her place. She was nice and took very good care of me while my hoomans were gone. Soon my slow hooman came home with my person and he was even slower. I smelled all kinds of new smells on him and some scared me but I snuggled at his side for days and days. He needed my help and I followed him everywhere. He is now smiling again and leaving when it gets light again. I think he will be okay. He smells right again. He is back to playing with the tiny hoomans and watching those flyers too. They are weird but I think I will stay, they need me.
I carry my bed out of my wire house and keep dropping it at their feet to show my displeasure but they never seem to understand. The girl just takes it back and puts it in my wire house again. The old gray one doesn't pick it up, I think his legs do not work well. It's quiet most of the time here and I like it when we sit in the warm screen place and I smell all the stuff and look at the wet. I chew on my ball and get belly rubs from my person. They talk about all the wet and I think they like it here too.
My hoomans still watch all those dumb flyers. I will never understand hoomans. You can't even pet a flyer! My person still likes them and I do NOT get it. She watches them eat rock things from little houses on a stick, high in the air. It amuses her for some reason. My person calls them seeds and nuts. Oh no! Could my person being feeding those stupid flyers to keep them coming here? Surely not.
They taunt me with their fluttering around like they know everything. There are even HOOGE flyers, they sit on the wet part out from the trees. They are fat and slow and keep getting away from me but I keep chasing them back in the wet. One day I will catch those weird, wet sitting flyers. Did I tell you I hate flyers?
My hooman likes me to sit in her lap. I like to walk with her, then stretch out and relax on the couch. About the time I am getting soft rubs and belly scratches, here come those tiny hoomans. They seem to like it here too and they come all the time.
I like it when they first get here, they jump and talk loud, bounce up and down and they bring toys too. I hide their fuzzy toys where they can find them later. We play a game where I run and lick them, I jump on their legs but they do not seem to understand the game. I don't think they have been shown how to play properly. The little one crawls inside my wire house and I do not like this at all. I pitch a fit but no one seems to care, that's my house. He has sweet eyes though and touches me easy. He tires quickly of my house and goes to bother the larger ones.
There's a little larger, tiny hooman, he is older I think but his legs still work. He sits and rubs my back while they watch the big box on the wall. He is very calm and he never hurts my ears. He also walks me outside and take me to see the stupid flyers. He does not steal my ball either and he makes sure I have water. There is a fancy tiny hooman who is very different than the others. Sometimes cat noises come out of her but she looks strange for a cat?! She takes my ball, alot. I do not quite trust her, she is sneaky but most of the time she is sweet. She throws my ball again and again, for me to chase. Sometimes she hides it too, I do not like that.
There is another bigger, tiny hooman and sometime he joins the three loud ones. He smells very much like cat and he does not bother me at all. I like him like the other bigger one.
The big hoomans and the little ones eat kibble all together and I like to sit under the little cats chair and wait for things to fall. The little cat drops things for me to eat. Okay, I forgot about that, I like her again- I guess.
I do not understand the attraction my hoomans have to these small ones. I snuggle them all the time and leave things out for them to play. I leave my ball right by my hoomans sleeping place every night but instead of being happy in the morning, she stumbles all over it. It's a ball, hooman? What's wrong with you? She says words I do not understand but she sounds mad and I go under the sleeping place until she seems happier. Those tiny hoomans do not leave balls for my hooman, surely she must know I am better to have around.
[This is me. Watching tiny hoomans watch the big box. They seem to like it.]
I had a scardy-time not long ago. The old gray one was gone for a long time and my person came in when all the light was gone and left as soon as the light was back, sometimes she didn't come home at all. I stayed with another hooman friend at her place. She was nice and took very good care of me while my hoomans were gone. Soon my slow hooman came home with my person and he was even slower. I smelled all kinds of new smells on him and some scared me but I snuggled at his side for days and days. He needed my help and I followed him everywhere. He is now smiling again and leaving when it gets light again. I think he will be okay. He smells right again. He is back to playing with the tiny hoomans and watching those flyers too. They are weird but I think I will stay, they need me.
