Fun in the Sun(room)

WoW!

So a friend of Mom and Dad's was trying to get me to start an account. Well, with the economy and Mom's concern about her job and the fact that Dad hasn't officially started his job, it's a little tough right now, but I did start a character. It was a tough call - what type do I go for: druid or hunter. Well, I finally decided I'd go for a hunter so look out WoW here I come.

Mom was doing better this morning, but they went to bed EARLY last night. I'd gotten used to a slightly later bedtime. I guess I'll have to adjust, a little bit. For now, it's back to playing, napping, and eating.

Staying close to family

So yeah, I got tired of blogging. I got tired of twittering. I needed a break. I don't have a good excuse. It's not like I was out saving the world (well, I was when Mom and Dad are away I log onto their WoW accounts. I'm not sure they know this yet, so please -- shhhhhh). Life is pretty much the same these days. I eat, I sleep, I play. The biggest change is I have a bigger playground!

Last week I finally found my way past the gate. And then I found my way upstairs. All by myself. let me tell you, I love this house. I love the chance to roam free. And I'm starting to get a hang of these other cats. Although, lately Butter has been pushing my buttons. But if there's one thing I've learned from watching Fudge, it's to be patient. So I'm just waiting to see what happens.

It was very nice to meet my other grandparents. I think Grandma Kansas... I mean Dorothy was disappointed I wasn't more cuddly. Can you blame me when you finally let me have full access to the house that I could possibly stay in one place for long? But I got toys! Lots and lots of fun toys from everyone. Grandma Dorothy and Grandpa Skip brought me some balls, Grandma Sue brought be a weird glove and one of Mom's friends gave me thiis fun scratching pad and something like a sleeping bag (that one I do not like, despite Dad's best and worst efforts).

The one thing I've learned though, is Mom and Dad are not ready for me to have full run of the house. So when they are around I try to stay close. You know, looking after your parents can be a full-time job sometimes. And with Mom getting sick the last couple days, well... staying close makes the most sense. Of course, if they would let me eat something besides the Science Diet... like human food.

Well, gotta go. A friend of Dad's is upset with him and he needs the computer back.

What is a Kitten to Do?

Life is settling into the same old same old. Mom gets up to shower, gets ready for work. Dad finally wakes and gets on computer. Sometimes he plays with me first but usually I get to run around and around and around. But I'm not going to complain. I have freedom, at least more freedom. My parents don't understand why I like to sit in the door to the bathroom.; what's not to like? I can see so much more. I can see other people and other cats wandering around. But I'm going to enjoy it while I can because I hear Dad starts work in two weeks and that means I'm back into the room, all-day, by myself.

The weather is nice outside, so Dad's been leaving the window open. I'm not a big fan of nature, but that window is lots of fun to play in. But Dad's desk, Mom's laptop back and Dad's government book are also fun places to play or nap.


I figure if I can't start school yet, I can learn through osmosis!

What's the Big Deal?

I'm a kitten. So what's so important about how long I am? Or how big my paws have gotten? I'm a growing cat, what do all these people expect? AND, although I love the attention why is my life like feast or famine. One day all I see is the usual parade of family, and the next I see and meet 3 or 4 new people?

Sure I'm cute, but right now all I want is some attention from my parents, a nice place to sleep (floor, chair, Mom's school bag, Dad's computer desk, Dad's government book, wherever), and some food (that isn't constantly being poached by Ms Queen of the Neighborhood). Dad always says I shouldn't complain too much; I have a good life.

Cats and Kittens

I know, I am a bad kitten. I am a blog-fader. I write and write everyday for a couple weeks, then something happens and I write less frequently. That may be true but I’m still blogging. And I’m still twittering so I defy someone to accuse me of giving it up. I can’t say my life has changed all that much lately. Dad is still around in the days and Mom is still gone. I’m sleeping better, probably because Mom and Dad have forced me onto their sleep cycle – sleep through the night (that is not to say I don’t nap during the day, nor do I always go to sleep right away or remain calm when I wake). I am still a kitten after all!

The major happening lately is Dad is leaving the door open. So I can come and go as I please. Now I would never admit it to him, but I really like this even though I seldom take advantage of this fact. I mean if I run out there and spend all my time in the bathroom or staring at the gate, then they might lock me out of the room entirely. So I have to keep my normal spots: under Mom’s chair, anywhere else on the floor that’s comfortable, running around Dad’s desk.

However, there is one aspect of this new open-door policy that has be concerned: Daphne. Well, she has Dad concerned. Me, I’m not sure what to make of her yet. She tends to come into the room and eat my food whenever she is let in from the outside (btw: she can stay outside for all I care, I have NO desire to go outdoors again). In fact, she’s down here eating my food as I type. She does not like me and I don’t understand why: I’m a cute kitten. Me, I just wanna spend some time figuring her out. Oh well, maybe some other time she’ll be nice and let me tag along. If I could ever figure a way over that fence.

With the new open door policy comes more visitors. I see Grandpa Jim all the time, of course he usually comes to see me when I’m really tired, but somehow I muster up some energy to come see him. Grandma Sue just came down for a visit and some playtime. She found this fun little toy – I think Dad said it was actually a key chain but it looks like a toy to me.

Well, I think that’s all for now. I know Mom will be around this weekend and I hear that my other grandparents are visiting soon so I have something to look forward to.

Twitter

So I did it! I started a twitter account: twitter.com/pamukkitten. I try to update it throughout the day so you can get the blow-by-blow account of my days. Enjoy.

No much else to report. Mom was sick this morning so stayed in bed for a couple hours. Weird but good to have her around. I think Dad got a little upset because it threw off his routine. And he lost the use of the Matrix for the day. Oh well, more time at home with me. Now if only I could get him to play with me more during the day, not just first thing in the morning and late at night. Or better yet, to get out of this room!

Well, I'll keep it short today.