why Sarah didn't sleep last night--I didn't do it!

Inca is at it again. She is keeping Sarah awake at night. I must say that it is, indeed possible to teach an old cat new tricks. Inca is almost 15 years old, and she has finally learned not to jump on the person's head in the middle of the night. (Hey, old cat, such behavior is very un-lady-like, even if it does get you what you want.) This time she even remembered that Sarah hates it when she jumps on the desk and knocks things off. (How courteous!)

So she stood up on the top of the dresser and said, at the top of her lungs (which are, by the way, quite healthy after all these years of maturing and practice), "Mreoooowww!"

She didn't want food. She just sat in front of it and stared, as if it was a forbidden treasure. That could only mean one thing.

It was time for a dose of pumpkin.

How nice of her to yowl for it before leaving Sarah some other reason to give it to her. Personally, I think pumpkin is disgusting. But whatever floats Inca's boat. At least I didn't have to get out of my chair, unlike someone else I know. This, my friends, is why I never had kittens. No one disturbs my beauty sleep.

cat people

For once I am not going to gripe... I know it is odd for a fat cat not to indulge herself in such behavior. However, today I really must pay homage to Sarah. For one thing, she never says bad things about me, even when I am grumpy. For another, she has become very adept at deflecting all those comments people make about that dog who goes everywhere with her and making them instead talk about her beloved three cats. I think this is so sweet and nice of her! I rewarded her by getting nicely into the carrier last weekend when she planned the semi-annual outing for claw clips; and I didn't snap or hiss. Of course, I did take advantage of the fact that the door failed to lock, and she had to make me get back in before we could leave. Ah well... It was a fun escape while it lasted...

Anyway, Sarah found a truly amazing piece of writing, and I think you really must read it. I try very hard to be nice and keep my feelings about dogs to myself. After all, Loretta does nice things for Sarah, and I do have to admit that life really isn't the same without a dog in the house. But I do think it is stupid the way people get so silly about their dog mania. So I just love this editorial about cat people! They have to endure so much stigma, and dog people seem to get so much respect no matter how goofy they are. I think it is about time things changed. Of course, what do I know? I'm just a cat.

Litter-acy matters...

Sarah has been blocking me from posting again--something about real work she needed to do. I think that is a very silly excuse for abandoning the cat blog. Not only that, but today she won't even allow me to talk about food. She insists that I use my precious hour of blog time to tell you all what a cool litter box we have. Of course, I don't really care, but she seems to think that there are other cats in the world who are picky about their boxes.

She discovered this box when we lived in Florida. (Incidentally, she also discovered me when she lived in Florida--because that is where I lived. It cleans out all of my, uh, hm, disgusting impoliteness without her having to do much in the way of management. Well, she does say that since I eat so much food, I make it necessary to manage the box quite often. But that is really beside the point. It isn't Littermaid's fault I enjoy my food! And they at least make boxes that I like to use. I don't really even mind sharing them with Sierra and Inca; and that's saying something. After all, I don't share my chair!

Sarah posted a review of this thing on Amazon.com, but it won't show up for a few days and will probably take a while before people figure out that she's smart and she knows how to make these boxes work for her. It seems a lot of people think these things are not worth the money; but the real problem is they don't do anything to play nice with them. Sarah's trick is spraying the box with cooking spray before she puts litter in it. Oh, yeah, she also takes it apart and scrubs all the parts every few months. She learned the hard way to scrub the pan last because I got impatient once. What can I say? I like my box!