Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Pooh Bear's Peace Talks

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.

Peace Out!

16 comments:

Anonymous said...

Perhaps he's just playing with the bear?? Growing up I had a great cat (Tucker) who would "play" with this stuffed Pound Puppy - remember those? He would literally wake us up in the middle of the night yowling while stepping on the Pound Puppy and smashing it into oblivion. Why does your cat get to be so darn cute and mine or just ornery.

Anonymous said...

I just posted some pics (slideshow) of Hawai'i over at Hootin' Anni's in honor of your trip!!!

Melli said...

Awwwww... poor Pooh... if you really want to get EVEN with her -- HIDE the bear! (actually... I'm surprised the bear doesn't get to go WITH her on her travels!) Now THAT would really be unfair, huh? Although... I doubt you would much like traveling by plane!

Bone said...

Very cute, Pooh.

I feel like I've been privy to a feline/teddy bear summit or something.

Anonymous said...

Pooh, that sounds like a good plan. leave a few purresents around the house for her to find for a few days.

Jeff said...

You haven't left yet and you already have a guest blogger. Sheesh!

mar said...

Aww, Pooh!!! if you lived closer I would love to catsit for you :)

mar said...

Aww, poor Pooh!! ((pat,pat,pat))

Goofy Girl said...

Hahah, oh poor you are such a funny one!

Renee said...

If Pooh reads Kukka's blog, I very much doubt that he would like riding on a plane...but he might really enjoy the HUGE litter box at the beach...but the water hazzard might be too much.

*sigh* I sure wish I could go with you...

Anonymous said...

Why not put all that negative to good rather than evil? Get along with the bear and maybe you too can sleep on the bed.

Anonymous said...

Give the bear a break. he needs comfort to you know!

Hope you have a good new year my dear!

Anonymous said...

Pooh, you need a little furry brother or sister.

Cheysuli said...

I completely understand. I'm glad you have your human well in hand and I look forward to hearing about your revenge. Feel free to drop by for a spot of nip while she's gone...

Anonymous said...

LOL!!!
Typical cat... fickle..
xo
LBC

PS We must do lunch BEFORE you move.
email me...

Anonymous said...

There is only room for one bear at your house. But, if there must be two, I'm glad to see you are getting along.

I suppose the truce will last until that bear decides to be a jerk again.

Crappy stuffed animals!