Oscar and the Can't-Help-Its

You know it has been HOT here and I am getting tired of laying around and complaining.  What am I to do and she can't seem to change the heat either and is doing a fair bit of laying around complaining about the heat too.  But I have found a few ways to beat the heat!

But she also tells me we are rather lucky not to live in that heart-shaped part of this land, called Tasmania, as they are dealing with raging bush fires.  Here we have a little smoke that my ultra-sensitive feline nose can detect each morning in the early hours, but no fire near us at all.

Can't-Help-Its Morning Wander

I have the "Can't-Help-Its".  This is sort of like "Man Flu" but worse.  I walk from my special pink mat on the end of her bed into her closet and sniff around.  Then I walk out switching my tail.

I saunter into the bathroom and inspect the cleanliness of my box to make sure she is keeping up with me - and so far she would surprise you! 

NOTE on Lavender

She also tricked me into using those unacceptable LAVENDER scented crystals!  She MIXED them with the ones I like.  She is maddening at how she tries to thwart me.  To punish her, I held it in half a day, just to make her worry where I might go...but eventually had to give in.  Oh I HATE to lose a little skirmish like this!

Anyway, I digress.  After I inspect the standards of the bathroom, I waltz down the long hall and into the girls' bathroom, where I rarely find anything of interest other than an occasional pair of flip-flops. 

Watching Tea Bags

If she is fixing her tea, however, I love sitting right in front of the refrigerator door.  She is always so reluctant to make me move and I just smile sweetly at her, just like that famous Cheshire Cat in that movie!  Eventually I do move or she might complain.

On to the lounge room, where I do a quick reconnoiter and check to ensure if she has somehow forgotten how much to open the windows there...just in case I can pretend I am going to sneak out.  That REALLY gets her all excited and it is SO amusing!

Squirting My Fun Away!

But my best trick then is to jump onto the little table at the staircase to that mystery area down the stairs that I have only been able to get into a couple of times and I sniff around this dumb barrier she has erected against my explorations and she goes nutty. 

However, she found a squirt bottle and gives me a little spritz of water if I persist, so I only fiddle around there until I see her face grow red!

MY Office

Then I stroll into her office.  I have had her lay out my wonderful striped towel at the one window on her desk, and a pillowcase on the desk return.  I settle typically into my favourite spot in a tall window from which I may survey all my kingdom without moving.  It is bliss to have a gentle breeze flowing the underparts of my body -- well unless it is hot. 

Then I jump down when I am about settled and let out with one of my most pathetic mews to see if she is paying attention -- she does try to type all the time and ignore me, which I will never allow.

Once she is distracted and gently cooing to me...I give her THAT look and she knows to put that pillowcase in her lap so I can sit there and keep her from typing until I am satisfied her train of thought is interrupted and I am fully stroked and scritched.  She does have the longest nails and a great technique!

What's Wrong?

"What is wrong," you plead.  Well what is wrong is that neither of you are here with me.  How am I supposed to live my life without you two.

...oh where is she with that chicken I asked her to prepare!

Anyway, I hope YOU are enjoying your holiday...she is doing what she can to indulge me, but it is you two who I have twisted around my little kitty paw!