The Visitors

Treater and Napper have been extra-busy lately. I think that flashing, blinking fake tree might have something to do with it. Stuff keeps piling up under and around it. That stuff has blocked my short-cut from my napping place to my hiding place. That might be a bad thing...

...especially after what I heard last night. I think the Tall Guy Who Always Picks Me Up is coming to visit. I also think he's bringing Eve. Remember Eve? She's the woofie who sounds like a Wookiee.

I don't care what she sounds like or how much my people like her, she's a D-O-G and she's coming to MY territory!

I think I need to take a quick vaCATion...soon. Any Cat out there who'd like some company? I'll bring the Greenies and Temptations and my fishie (I found it again) and my springy green worm.

Oh, yeah...

Meowy Christmas, EveryCat!!

Company's coming

I'm not especially happy with my people right now.

First, they came home on Sunday smelling like a woofie...the one with big teeth named Eve.

Then, they actually left again in the middle of the week! Thankfully, it was just for one night. However, once again, they smelled like Eve. I'm not sure just what's going on with that.

Treater has been busy this week working out in the garage. She said there are more of those boxes out there. She doesn't stay long 'cause it's something like 'leventy-hunnert degrees out there! She certainly smells "interesting" when she comes back in. Of course, that means she won't take any dictation for me. Shoot, she hasn't even been taking interesting pictures this week.

Then, last night, after a phone call, she got mad. Then she got busy. And she's still busy today... cleaning. That means the big sucky machine runs all over the place...and things start flying in the air and making me sneeze. She said some people called and said they were in town and could they come over today to visit and see our 'partment. Treater said she hasn't had time to clean all week, but she's trying to get it done today before they get here.

I'm getting to write this because she is tired and sat down by the computer to rest and I threatened her with biteys and hairballs if she didn't take dictation right this minute!

Treater said that her cousin is flying in to visit, too, and that she'll be here Sunday night. This place is getting busier than a beehive. After I finish with this, I may just head for the space 'neath the bed and camp out there for the weekend. I think I can reach the bag of Greenies - the one with the broken zip-strip that won't stay closed!!! - and I'll just haul it under the bed with me.

Oh, I think you're supposed to give a compliment with every criticism (or something like that - it's what Treater always says). So, I've complained and criticized; here's my compliment: Treater did a very good thing last night when she washed the towel that she keeps on my footstool and then dried it till it was good and hot and then called to me as she put it - still very warm! - on my footstool. I didn't budge from there for hours last night!

Traitors!

My people left me again this weekend, but for only one night. I did the appropriate thing, and left a hairball for Treater to find. It was a hairball to be proud of, too!

As they were bringing things in, I kept noticing a peculiar scent.

I smelled their shoes.

I smelled the suitcase.

I smelled the vacuum cleaner (yeah, that went with them on this trip, too!).

When Treater pulled the dirty clothes out of the suitcase and I caught a whiff of those, it suddenly hit me.

I know that smell, and it is not good!

They were disloyal to me this weekend. They played with a D-O-G! They had been playing with Eve (my niece dog).

Treater even took a picture of Eve, but she said she was sorry that it is so blurry. If I took the picture, it would be blurrier than this, 'cause I'd be shaking too hard!