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| Nigel and I |
Nigel
and I had a nap on the futon this afternoon, which was very refreshing.
Normally, Nigel spends his time (and his naps) with Malcolm, but
Malcolm was busy sitting on the stool that the maid placed before the
screen door for him to look out, along with Charles. Why those two are
so interested in that front yard, I just don't understand! I'd much
rather be napping.
No
more talk of going to the (v-word), but I have a feeling the maid is
plotting against me. It's funny, the other felines here call her Mama,
but to me she'll always be the maid. (My own mother was a beautiful seal
point Siamese named Violet!) After all, she needs to remember that I am in charge of this household! (I don't think she doubts it, actually.)
p.s. - not sure how many of you may have seen this video, but it is quite a charming display by a smart little cat!
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| Charles in the Window |
Today
was warm enough to have the windows open for the fresh air. Charles
loves to sit in the window and watch the birds. He thinks he can catch
one, but I know better!
My
house maid is concerned for me. Apparently she has concluded that I
don't hear very well anymore. She calls to me and makes loud noises and I
don't turn. I've had a chronic yeast infection in my ears for many
years that is un-treatable (because I refuse to let her do it!), so she
is not sure if that has damaged my hearing or what. But hey, I'm 15
years old, I could just be getting hard of hearing. I did manage to hear
her talking to her daughter about taking me to the (v-word), but I hope
she doesn't go to that extreme. I'm perfectly happy, and it just means I
don't have to listen to her chattering at me all the time! Honestly,
half the time she doesn't make any sense anyhow.
Getting
old for a cat is probably very similar to humans experience of it. One
thing after another seems to go. At least I still have my looks, I know
that. And my appetite is as healthy as ever! My maid complains about her
memory going, but I'm as sharp as a tack. So there!
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