Tag: playful kittens

YOU HAVE TO BE AN ANIMAL LIKER

Dogs or cats?

Oh bother, what kind of a question is that? dogs or Cats? You have to be an animal liker.

I do like animals but I like them where they are, although there is a dog here, she is part pit-bull. The other part is of something rather mild. No one knows what. She is a good dog, though she is not mine and will only listen if I carry a treat or just say the word. Treat?

I did have a cat once, but it was forced upon me, where I grew into loving it as a tiny kitten growing into a cat. A funny cat. She was hilarious and I do believe she knew it.

Sad to say Lucy the grey and white kitten had to live somewhere else when she became a cat. Someone living here became seriously allergic to her-the cat in her.

Right now this dog living here is great for protecting this place and the children in it. This is a good thing. As for cats, they tend to scratch up the furniture 🤨 not good. Even though they had a wonderful layered scratch thingamajig, it was not good enough for her. Say goodbye to the leather.

Cats or Dogs. Hmm great question.

Oh wait a minute. . .who cleans up the 💩?

Not me.

SHE SURE WAS MAD

SHE SURE WAS MAD

Lucy was a little cat, not fat, just a little black cat.

She liked to play with lots of things. But her favorite thing to play with was her owners yarn.

On this day, her owner had to leave the house to go to the store for food, for Lucy.

While this nice lady shopped, Lucy played.

As she chased her fluffy ball around, it landed in her owners basket of yarn.

First Lucy stopped and waited for the fluffy ball to fall out of the basket, it did not.

Then Lucy came closer to the basket and very slowly tapped the fluffy ball, it did not leave the basket.

Lucy slapped one time, two times very fast. The fluffy ball would not leave the basket. Lucy said, “meow,” then sat and thought.

Then just like that, Lucy jumped into the basket and got herself all tangled up.

That blue fluffy ball was no help at all.

Oh no…the owner came back home, lucy jumped out of the basket, wrapped in all sorts of colored yarn, trailing behind her, but no fluffy ball.

Lucy scampered quickly to her owner in a very happy way, “meow,” she said, as she tilted her black little head. “Meow.”

“Lucy, you naughty Kitty,” said the annoyed owner, “I bought you a fluffy ball to play with. Come here you silly girl, let me get you out of this mess, my, my”.

And Lucy said with a happy look upon her tiny black face, “purr.”

“It is not funny Lucy. You can spend some time outside!”

“She sure was mad,” Lucy said.