Ziva and Spring
Day two of birds, sunshine and the heater not being turned on in the castle. Mommy says I missed a cardinal right in front of my face, staring right at me, yesterday. I told her she was crazy, and that she had no proof. Now she says she has every intention of providing me proof next time with that blasted camera phone of hers. I told her to have fun trying to catch me on film.
Then, she told me it’s not film; it’s digital. She called me old fashioned.
In reality, I am but a simple girl.
I want nothing more than to feel the wind in my fur, and chase after those wing-ed creatures that zoom about through the air on the other side of the glass enclosures. Or, at least I would enjoy, greatly, screens in my castle windows, and the screen door that has only glass.
Though, I do think I would like some things I’ve seen to be in my life.
Mommy went online and browsed around these places with “Pet” in the titles. There are a fair amount of things I wish I had, though, none look like the Tardis…or the Enterprise. She showed me a tribble, I stared at it curiously and then hit the screen with my paw. She seemed to think I was trying to play with it, but in reality I was telling her I wanted it. She doesn’t understand me sometimes, I’m quite sure of it.
I asked her for a sonic screwdriver, but, alas, we couldn’t find anything I liked. I told her to make me one. She said she’d have to put some deep thought into it. I think she just doesn’t want to get me nice things.
I don’t know, I may be wrong. She did get that far off look in her eye off and on over the past couple hours after I looked up new things and asked her if I could have them.
One thing she has fixated on, that I am very unsure of is a harness. She wants to let me have access to the out doors, but fears me getting scared and running off. She said something about an image of reading a book or doing homework outside while I pounce around, attached to her wrist, and not wanting to choke me. I found one I kinda liked that would be soft on my little body if I pulled to hard on it, but she seemed skeptical.
Ultimately these are things I want in my life:
- Climbing Tree
- Sonic Screwdriver
- Phaser
- Tribble
- More catnip mice
- TARDIS
- Starship
- Tribble
- Sonic Screwdriver
- More catnip mice
- Litter box with a lid
- Tribble
- Cozy harness and multi-length leash
- TARDIS
- Brush/comb/combo thingy with four grooming options
- Sonic Screwdriver
- Claw trimmers
- Tribble
- Sonic Screwdriver
- More flee and tic stuff by June
- TARDIS
- Treats I actually like
- Toys
- Tribble
- TARDIS
* pushes buttons on computer screen till the Monkeys start singing * “I wanna be freeeeeeeee!”
She keeps saying something about “training” and “teaching” me to do things, like how I already come when I’m called, or something about putting my toys up when I’m told. I don’t know what she’s talking about. It is not she who trains me, it is I who train her. One day she will understand this. This “home-shkewl” thing she says I’m starting tomorrow does not exactly sound like fun.
She said something about how training would help make outside a safer experience, then started talking about bugs, but she already fleed me Sunday.
Obviously, she has a list of concerns about some of the things we discussed, and ways to make them not be problems, and reasons why these things could work. She said I’ve become a different cat, and that if I weren’t such a “Mamma’s girl” she wouldn’t contemplate these things with me, except the toys and the screens in the windows.
My mommy thinks I’m special. =^.^=
I think she may be serious about letting me be more active, and I kinda think I might like the idea. I like spending time with Mommy. We shall see what the future brings!
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It’s the best thing to watch my cat now that Spring has come back. She’s absolutely adorable. The birds in this big window thing are just too much for her to ignore. She chirps at them like her siblings chirp at bugs back in Ohio. The other day I opened the front door and locked the “screen” door to make sure she didn’t accidentally push it wrong and open it, and instantly she was like a little child trying to look over the counter, and the child that sees the toys on the inside of the store and pushes their nose to the window to see it.
So, we sat at the computer together looking at things, and had priceless moments when she attacked the screen, without claws, or looked at me like she understood what was on the screen and thought it was the best thing ever. She was probably just saying, “I love you, Mom…pet me.” But still!
There are some things I’d like to get her. Some things I’d like to teach her. Some things I’d like to do with her. I know all the risks for some of the things that risks exist, and I think, if she also wants to do them, I’ve got ways to make them happen without having to “worry” about those problems.
I won’t completely say much about them because I know people will just point out the problems I already know, or possibly tell me I’m crazy and it won’t be good for her. I actually beg the differ, and don’t think I’d think about them if it were another cat. I also know that I can accomplish anything I set my mind to, and that *I* am a quick learner, which I think is important while trying to teach a cat when cats are not cut and paste identical, like children, and that she’s already picked up some habits that I didn’t actually teach her. So, research starts officially, instead of sporadically, tonight, and lists will be made, and plans laid out.
She’s cute, and quirky, is it absolutely insane that I want to make her more unique and quirky? She’s even kind of a nerd. Hehe. At least, that’s my interpretation, because I can.
The music thing actually was pretty legit too. She [accidentally] stepped off the desk onto the roll out keyboard thing and bumped the mouse and moved it to the iTunes thing. music was already playing, so I entertained myself, and opened it. She then stepped on the keyboard [while getting back up on the desk], and scrolled from the song that was playing, to the Monkeys, on “I Wanna Be Free.”
I love my cat.