Happy New Year to my blog peeps! 'Sup?
I just thought I'd let you know that a truce has been declared. Not on the global front, mind you, but here at home. My arch enemy - the bear - and I have temporarily resolved our differences and are comforting each other now that the SUITCASES have come out of the closet again.
I hate those darned suitcases. When they come out of hiding, it means that either I have to ride in the car, or the Woman is leaving me to go on her "travels." Plus, me being a cat and all, I like to nap in enclosed spaces, but I am forever banned from napping inside those suitcases, and that makes me not so happy.
So back to the truce. Usually, I can be found attacking the bear for no reason, growling and biting the hair off his leg. I generally don't like the fact that he gets to sleep in the bed with the Woman while I'm relegated to the floor. Admitedly, he doesn't bite her feet during the night, or smack his tail against her head at 2 a.m., but still, I am the only one that should be receiving any kind of affection. Once, the cat sitter thought it would be funny to dress up the bear in the Woman's pjs, thinking that I might appreciate something with the Woman's familiar scent. The cat sitter returned the next day to find the bear on one side of the room and me napping in a pile of pjs.
The Woman tells me that she will be back - and that is when the bear and I will take our revenge. I always have a nice present for her when she returns. Either a smashed glass off the counter, or a big hairball on her bed or something to show my displeasure. Admitedly, once the initial anger resolves, I feel bad about it and overcompensate with cuddling. Then I will turn my anger back on the bear and start attacking him again.