Attitude Adjustment

(from the voice of Sassy the cat)

Mom said that I needed an attitude adjustment because I was becoming to sassy on this blog and she wanted me to be a nice kitty. So, I’ll try to adjust my attitude, 1,2,3. . .  Okay, it’s not working for me. I’m back! Did you miss me? Well, I missed me even if you didn’t.

 I don’t like therapy like that, maybe, it’s mom who needs the attitude adjustment. I think I’m doing just fine. You tell me, if you like my attitude leave me a comment and tell me. If you don’t like my attitude then go away I don’t like you either.  You probably don’t have a good lap for sitting in anyway.

Things That Go Bump in the Night

(from the voice of Sassy)

I blew my curfew last night and stayed out all night. It’s been a long time since I had an adventure. I could hear mom calling me at 11 p.m., but I had no intention of spending another night in the garage. I was already walking through the neighborhood, feeling confident that I wouldn’t be harassed by any of those bad boy cats. Since, I was spayed I don’t have to worry about date rape anymore.

Normally, every night I return from whatever adventure I’ve had shortly after 11 p.m. Most nights, though, I just end up sitting on top of the mailbox at the end of the driveway until mom opens the door to let me in. The mailbox is flat like Snoopy’s doghouse in the Adventures of Charlie Brown.

Here’s a timeline of my adventure;

11:00 – 1:00 a.m.
I took off walking in the cool night air and walked and walked and got some much needed exercise. It seems I’m getting too fat to squeeze through small spaces.

1:00 – 3:00 a.m.
The night creatures came out, and had to hide in the bushes from a possum, I did’t want to mess with that one, it wasbig and ugly. I heard coyotes off in the distance howling or was it the dogs that I live with? When Spencer and Tasha start that howling upon hearing ambulance sirens they can make enough noise to wake the dead. Had the most fun at the farm when I woke up the sleeping animals. The farm is about a mile from the house.  I gave a good scare to that old Tom Turkey and some of those hens. Oh! They had their wings flapping and were running all over their pen and I just sat out side the pen, there’s no way I could have gotten in, since it’s pretty secure, but those dumb fowl didn’t know that. I didn’t eat any of them as I didn’t have the craving for wild bird at that moment. 

3:00 – 5:00 a.m.
Met up with some of the old girls in the neighborhood and got to hear the local gossip about who is dating whom now.  These girls just keep having one litter of kittens after another. I feel sorry for them, as I have so much freedom now.

5:00 – 5:30 a.m.
It got really cold at this hour and I found myself suddenly tired so I slept for a while in the bushes.

5:30 – 6:00 a.m.
I was sick of being outside all these hours and sleeping in the bushes wasn’t as comfortable as sleeping in my bed in the garage and having my food waiting for me.

6:00 – 7:00 a.m.
I meowed for an hour outside mom’s window before she let me in the house. That woman sleeps like a rock, finally, she let me in the house and I went straight to my bed in the garage. I think I’ve had enough of staying out all hours.

Good Night All, think I will sleep till the sun goes down.

Mutiny Aboard This Blog

 

(from the voice of Sassy) 

Mom added a whole list of dog sites to the blog. Go on, go look if you have to, but then come back cause I’m not finished  ranting.  This is just as mean as naming this blog Dogs Rule Cats Drool when it should have been Cats Rule Dogs Drool. Dogs, I’m surrounded by those filthy dogs Tasha and Spencer, always barking and trying to chase me out of the house. 

That’s it, I propose mutiny aboard this blog. I want my own blog, and I’ll name it S is for Sassy or P for Princess, I can’t decide. Yeah, that’s right whose drooling now?

Change is in the Wind

 

(from the voice of Sassy)

Mom did it again. She cleaned out my home, the garage, and moved everything thing around and threw things away. Now my water and food dishes are in different spots and the little spot that I slept in has been covered up with boxes. Now I have to find a new spot among all the boxes.  I am not a kitty that likes change.