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Autobiography of a Former Shelter Cat

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What’s crawling outta your kitchen sink?


Mom L and I let out shrieks when we saw this black sink monster appear comin’ outta our sink just yesterday! Do you have a black sink monster??? Maybe this is like some kind’a kin to that Nessie the lake monster over in Scotland???

Then we got closer and realized that it was just silly man Domino!! Crazypants boycat!!

He climbed outta of the sink finally and then he just sat on the kitchen counter, knowing he was gonna leave his furs on all those clean dishes. He didn’t event look guilty!

Last thing he did was square off in his meatloaf position and stake out what he thought was gonna be his claim to a part of the kitchen counter while Mom L was getting our dinner ready. HAH!!

He was “invited” down with a sweep of Mom L’s hand and when he landed on the floor, he got a sweet of my right paw whap! Why I never ever counter cruised. This boycat has to learn more manners. Right?


A cry for halp!!!


Well my dear loyal readers, I just do not know what to do. Mom L and Dad P received a plea for halp from a former castle foster kitty, Gigi. I told Mom L to share this with all of you to see if you have any suggestions for me to pass along to sweet Gigi.  *wrings paws in concern*

Deer Auntie Linda and Uncle Peter,

OMG, you would not BELIEVE what is going on here. This Human has decided I am ‘s-t-u-c-k’ in an interaction rut, so she decided it was time to “push” me a little ways outside my “comfort zone” whatever that is. Well, OK, I mean I didn’t even know what she was talking about.
And then….  and then… Oh, I cannot even bear to type this with my tiny paws….. and then,
No, I am not kidding.
Scooped me right under my beautiful soft belly and LIFTED ME BODILY off the floor.
Time must have stopped for a few moments, because at first I was in shock and didn’t move. Then she tried holding me a little closer to her.
WHOA! I came to and let her have it with all 10 of my little swords and then she down put me right quick. I sprinted UTB.
But she just wiped the bluds away and said, “Not soooooo bad for a first attempt”!!!
I didn’t like the sound of THAT!
Halp me.”
So do you guys think I outta send to Gigi so’s she doesn’t get caught up like that again??? Any coaching? Suggestions on how’s to avoid the hooman’s sticky hands? Thanks for your halp!


The life of our Court Jester


As you all know, my new castle introoder furramily member, Eowyn, was appointed as my Court Jester. And she certainly has lived up to that assignment. She has also taken on a completely new role, but I will tell all about that in another post. Stay tuned!

As for her Court Jester role, she does not disappoint! Eowyn cannot stop thinking about ways to get any and everything that she deems as edible into her mouth! We keep our kitty treats in nice hard plastic containers so “some cat” aka “TKS”, cannot chew into a plastic baggie. Well—my Court Jester has figured out how to get those containers to pop open!

Now every container is hidden inside drawers, cabinets, the oven etc.!!

My Court Jester aka CJ—has no limits to what she is willing to do to demonstrate new and silly antics! She has discovered a love of warm piles of clean clothes and the bottom of the dirty clothes hamper!! Seriously??!!

And Eowyn aka CJ, is now introoding onto my our master bedtime with Mom L and Dad P in the morning! What a scamp! You can see her trying to get close to me on my our master bed during my our morning routine of having coffee, TV and treats with Mom L and Dad P. Just look at her brazen closeness to ME and then her luxurious stretch, without one care in the horror she instilled in me and TKS!!

She tries out every single thing she can to see if  she can make me laugh! HAH! There she goes into Mom L’s bedroom trash basket; then she sits waiting for Dad P to deliver tasty licks of ice cream which has always been Dad P and TKS’ special thing. And now she is hangin’ onto Mom L’s side of the bed every morning during my our treat time!!

And there isn’t a new box that shows up that she doesn’t try to hog! Not to mention her lack of discretion in showing up during Mom L’s preparation for her daily spit bath shower! That CJ is in the shower before Mom L can even turn on the water!!

Finally, she demonstrates some civility and shows off her “gentler, sweeter” side.

Until she then does the thing that drives Mom L over the edge into fear—and she hangs out on the outer teeny tiny edge of our upstairs railing.

Mom L is not a fan of this behavior. Are you?


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