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Waiting Requires Cat Patience

HIYA!! SAVANNAH HERE!!!

This usually happens every single night. I have to do ‘drive bys‘ to get Mom L’s attention so she realizes “I” am ready for bed. (please forgive Mom L’s high pitched voice as she tries to tempt me to come back…sigh…she has required a lot of training)

What? Oh no, I do not require her to ‘tuck me in’…I just expect her to deliver my nightly ‘bedtime snack’ before I retire. Doesn’t every cat expect that??

Out new home has lots of levels and Mom L always has to come up from the living room to get to the kitchen, which means she must pass through the dining table level first.

You got it! I found a new spot to patiently await her decision to retire and serve me.

This dining table is hard but thankfully there is this nice table runner to lie on

This dining table is hard but thankfully there is this nice table runner to lie on

So here I dig deeply for my feline patience…

What in Ceiling Cat's name is Mom L doing??? I am ready for bed!!

What in Ceiling Cat’s name is Mom L doing??? I am ready for bed!!

Finally she moves…

Well, you certainly took your time...

Well, you certainly took your time…

Of course I have to make sure she is actually ‘going to bed and will serve me my bedtime snack’…so eye contact is imperative.

You're sure Mom L? Honestly? Ok...then I'll meet you upstairs...bring the food

You’re sure Mom L? Honestly? Ok…then I’ll meet you upstairs…bring the food

Humans…sigh…they require so much guidance.

PAW PATS, SAVANNAH

What Makes A Cat Go Crazypaws?

HELLO EVERYONE! IT’S ME, THE KID SAGE!

Princess Savvy was kind enough to allow me to have this blog post. She is workin’ on something really important and I told her I didn’t have anything to do…so here I am!!

I had this amazing experience this past week. I don’t know what came over me, but all of a sudden I was one crazypaws cat!

I'm feeling a little strange

I’m feeling a little strange

It was hard to understand what was happening to me.

What is coming over me?

What is coming over me?

Can you imagine how I felt. Starting to feel out of control of myself? What the heck was happening to me?

I can't take this much longer

I can’t take this much longer

That’s when it happened.

KILL FUZZYBUTT SCHMOUSIE!!!

KILL FUZZYBUTT SCHMOUSIE!!!

After attacking Fuzzy Butt Schmousie, I took a moment to catch my breath.

This smells familiar

This smells familiar

I wonder if…no, no…it couldn’t possibly be.I always use restraint whenever I indulge. I bet all of you use restraint as well when you indulge. Ceiling Cat knows, NONE of us ever, never, ever over indulge…right?

Was it The Nip?

Was it The Nip?

But I have to wonder…was it The Nip that transformed me for a moment into a Crazypaws cat???  Without any evidence, I may never know the truth.

Savvy here…please note the Nip still stuck to Crazypaws Sage’s nose and face in most of her photos…just an observation…

Maybe my turning into a Crazypaws Cat is why Queen Nellie bestowed upon me this incredible title and gave me acceptance into a very private, elite club…what do you think?

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HEAD BONKS, THE KID SAGE aka TKS

peeEss…Savannah will return for her regularly scheduled blog posts…thanks for letting me have this post Princess Savannah

Learning How To Play Together: Part One

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Those of you who have been with me from the beginning of my blog know that I suffer from being an ‘Adult Cat Survivor of Kittenhood Trauma’. I am not attempting to make fun of the humans who are struggling with this challenge. But I have always, with my blog, tried to bring to the attention of humans that many adult cats and dogs also must find ways to move through recovering from abuse which might easily have occurred when we were very young.

Lucky for me, I have a forever home which gives me all of my basic needs and  lots more. About fifteen months ago Mom and Dad introduced me to a new feline family member. Her name is Sage. I have been struggling ever since to learn what the heck I am supposed to do with HER??!!

The Kid Sage

The Kid Sage

 

The Kid Sage learned very early in her life to play with other cats. She had a sister, Rosemary, and they played, laughed and loved their humans. So Sage knows about ‘playing nice with others’…sadly…I do not.

I have decided to share with my followers the attempts I have been making over the last month to learn how to play with The Kid Sage…who would play with ANYONE if she had the chance….sigh…

 

Seriously? You want to 'surprise' me?!!

Seriously? You want to ‘surprise’ me?!!

She seems to believe that I, another cat, cannot ‘smell’ her when she gets close.

ummm....ya know I 'know' you are in there...right???!!

ummm….ya know I ‘know’ you are in there…right???!!

But she is so eager to play with me…she just keeps on coming…

Sheeesh! As though I don't know she is right there

Sheeesh! As though I don’t know she is right there

Sage seems to realize when she has overstepped her ‘boundaries’ with me…and she desperately searches for a way to disengage. At this point it is all I can do to not chuckle over her own self devised predicament.

I do try to respond; but most often it is with…sadly…a hiss…as I do not know what else to do. But…I snarl less and I try to find ways to disengage that will not cause either of us to ‘lose face’ so to speak.

I am leaving TKS. Another time perhaps

I am leaving TKS. Another time perhaps

Be sure to visit again on Monday as I share another even more recent chapter in my diary as I learn to actually ‘be’ a cat.

Paw Pats, Savannah

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