(to the tune of “I’m A Little Teapot”)
I’m a little kitty. Hear me meow.
This is my tail and this is my mouth.
When I get all riled up you will shout:
Owww, damnit jerk-cat you bit me again!!!!
Lucy has a talent of presenting her paws when cozied up for snuggles in bed.
One paw out means she’s pretty relaxed and doesn’t mind a bit of jostling that occurs when we join her. Two paws out means she’s pretty much ready for sleep if not already asleep. Warm enough that she isn’t balled up or harassing us for comfort.
Only when two paws are out and crossed am I allowed to safely touch her jelly beans.
Granted she bit me a lot last night because I wouldn’t let her rub her cold wet nose all over my arm: dab dab dab hey wake up and pay attention to me dabdabdab meowwwm.
Lucy has started a habit of getting into bed before either of us are ready. She usually pads down for the night in one of the chairs, so when I haven’t been able to find her, she’s been on the bed napping. I’m not sure why she’s doing that since the apartment isn’t very cold; and especially last night since I was cooking chicken. Totally not like her to be dis-interested. I guess taking care of her dad who was home all day yesterday with a cold tired her little kittiness out.
Sleepy sleeps kitty:
I think the Purr has gotten used to the heat, as we all have had to, as we haven’t been using the AC much the past month.
It has been a brutal summer: 100 degree weather that lasts more than two days and then bouncing between 78 and 98. This morning was a nice cool overcast sunrise with the tell tale grey clouds and a smidge of mist in the air. Ahh….good ole’ Portland fall weather.
I have since…five minutes ago, devised a new official title for Lucy:
Her Royal Highness Princess Lucifur Hynes. Commander of the Fur-Bot Legion. Slayer of the Teddy-Bear Terror. Conqueror of the Dyno-matic Catnibis Culprit. The Chosen One of Paw-sessive Forearm Fluffy Bites. And Elite Rustler of the Plastic Plateau.