CAT PHILES

Little Bit and Sammy

My Life, by Sam

Mom, who is getting old - she turned THREE last month - seems to sleep all the time. She'll play sometimes, but I have to just about attack her and then can play tag with her for while. Getting her to play is almost as hard as catching a bird. I almost caught a bird once, and plan to keep trying until I do. I know it can be done, because there's this nice tom kitty who lives outside who told me he can catch them. It must really be hard though, they can jump really high and don't seem to have to come back down. We have two birdies who live with us, but they're stuck in this wire box and I can't figure out how to get in.

We have a two-legged person who is pretty good to have around. He can't move very fast, though - he's handicapped and only has two legs - he can't run on all fours like a normal person. It's not much fun to play tag with him, since I'm WAY faster - even Mom is faster than old two-legs!

I suppose being two-legged does have it's advantages. He knows how to open doors and stuff like that. Best of all, he can open the cupboard when the food is - and even open the cans. He feeds Momma and me good food, and doesn't even want to share. Something must be wrong with his digestive system, he eats this really weird stuff instead of the good stuff in the cans. I mean I like a little grass myself on occasion, but sometimes he eats a whole plateful of green stuff that smells horrible. Some of that weird stuff he eats has to be hot, as he has this big cupboard thing in the room where the food is that he puts his food in sometimes. I'm not sure what that's all about, though. I've seen him take stuff out of the cold cupboard, but then he locks me up in the other room and I'm not sure what happens after that. He won't let me back in until he's done eating and all the plates are in this really funny water that has bubbles in it. The bubbles are fun to look at, but the water is hot and tastes funny.

Anyway, the two legged is fun to play with. I've trained him to throw stuff across the room that I can chase. When I want him to throw it again I have to bring it back to him, due to his handicap, but he seems to enjoy the game even though he doesn't get to chase the stuff. I feel sorry for him sometimes since he's so slow. I don't think he can hear very well, either, since he's easy to sneak up on. Another fun game is to wait until his back is turned and jump up on his shoulders. If I time it just right I can run, jump up on his shoulder and then onto the cold cupboard thingy and really surprise him.

The biggest problem with the two-legged is that he's figured out how to open the door and sometimes he goes out for HOURS on end. Sometimes he brings back neat things to play with, though, so I don't mind too much. He even lets me outside sometimes, which is lots of fun. He has this long red thing that he puts around my neck when I go out, which I don't particularly like, but it's worth it as there's lots of neat stuff out there. Sometimes it gets hot or cold outside, I guess because the box in the wall is to small to keep it at a nice temperature.

A while back there was this white stuff falling out of the sky, and I just had to go out and play. That reminds me, do squirrels have dandruff? Maybe it was the birds. Anyway I had lots of fun trying to catch the stuff as it fell. I could only stay out for a few minutes, though, because that white stuff was wet and COLD.

Well, that's a little about my life. Sometimes I can't find anyone willing to play, so have to entertain myself, but that's a whole other story.

Sam.

Copyright © Steve Touchstone
March 2, 2003


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