The red phantom red dot

It is doing the thing again.  I know this happened once before.  It is when the air is cold, and the water becomes hard and slippery that this always seems to start.  They bring a tree inside and light it up, and then one morning the throw colorful paper all around the room making a big mess (but it is fun to play with).  Then they all have new things.  I got some new treats but I am a little mad about it.  I mean they are just a new bag of the same treats I had before.  How about if someone gets me a live chicken to eat?  Something like that would be more exciting.

Then just at the same time as all this hoopla starts I begin seeing a red dot that moves around the floor quickly.  I notice I hear a slight clicking noise just before I see the red dot.  Then I found the people seem to be directing the dot with a pen.  What a silly game!  Still, as much as I think I know about this, I cannot stop looking at the red dot.  I am beginning to think that this red dot is coming for me and I must stop it before it starts eating my food.  I swear I have stomped my paw right on it at least a few times and as soon as I do it just disappears!  I could have killed it by now if it had been a mouse, but then after I stomp on it I hear a click and the red dot comes back.  I even saw it outside once.

Let me know if this sounds too crazy.  I can't believe that it exists, a dot that I can't kill and moves faster than me.  What kind of magic is this?  I can't wait until it is warm outside again.  I will see if I can prove what this is; I'm telling you it is real.  I will see if I can find a way of getting a picture of it.

Cat on the hot asphalt Roof

If only it could have been a tin roof I would have been able to use a much catchier title.  Why does that feel so catchy to me anymeow?  I'm just not sure.  I feel like I've seen that in my web browsing before.  Sometimes you have a bad night and other times you have a really bad night.

I still do not understand how he entrance to the house works.  Sometimes I meow and it opens, sometimes I have to jump and hang on the window to get it to open.  When it is warm out there is a box that sticks out of the window and I have to sit on top of it to get the door to open.  When I'm inside the other side of the box blows cold air in.  Its always more comfortable inside especially since it doesn't rain in there.  Where was I ??  OK the entrance, then there are the times I scratch the entrance and it opens, and there are the bad nights when it just never opens. On those nights I sleep in the place where the cars go or I find some cats to fight with.

Well one night I found this quiet place that I like but then the entrance to another place opened and a big dog came out.  I ran up a tree because dogs can't go up that way.  I just followed the tree and I found out it goes to the top of a house and it was really quiet up there and there were no dogs so I kept going up and up.  Then I went down and down.  ( I heard someone once say what goes up must come down.)  Well I went down and I landed on a flat spot but I could not get back up the way I came down, and it was along way down.  I tried to sleep up there, but it is not very fluffy, and it gets worse when the sun comes up it gets really hot up there.  I meowed and meowed but I think everyone else was sleeping except the other cats.  They must have thought it was funny.  I saw them looking up at me.

Finally someone came out and saw me but they could not reach me.  They are not big enough to reach up there, and I kept meowing.  I heard some noise behind me and saw someone but then they left, they said it was too steep, I guess that was my problem too.  Then this metal thing came up and someone climbed up and grabbed me!  That was a relief until I saw over the edge (Its really far down!) I grabbed on tightly but that person really didn't like that.  I got down and ran away form that place, I don't like being up there.  Man stay away from trees!

Up there, on top of the porch, that's me.

Bloody Head

When I started blogging, who knew, a cat would have a blog!  So, I ask myself: now what?  There are so may things I could do besides sit around and wait for people to feed me or a mouse to walk by.  (I also sleep alot.)  Well, if I get a chance and I become a pirate my name will be bloody head.  That will be Captain bloody head to you land lubbers.

It's a name that will instill fear into all other pirate-cats.  Probably not as much fear as falling overboard or getting some sea mist on them, but still fear.  I fear no cat but they still try to attack me and I end up with these wounds.  These red badges of courage if you will.   I would go with bloody beard since beards seem popular among pirates but I can't really have a beard.  I could shave the rest of my head and then maybe I would appear to have a beard... now I may be on to something here.  

Now if only those other cats will just keep out of my territory I won't have to get into so many fights.  It makes me mad that they eat into my nap time.

The great Escape

They didn't think I could do it, but I got out.  I like to hang out in the cellar because with the dirt floor it is like one giant toilet to dig in.  I found a box that sometimes has drills and wrenches in it and I jumped up on it.  It doesn't dig so I didnt poop on it.  From on top of it though, I can jump up to the window in the cellar, the really old window with the loose window panes.

Eventually I knocked one out and I fit right through!  Now I just ask someone to let me down in the cellar whenever I want to go outside.  I just meow and bang on the window when I want to come back in and they let me in.  I don't think they even realize I was outside.  Outside I pee on everything because I want all the other cats to smell my pee.

Now I'm concerned though because I think it's time for my visit to the "vet" as they keep saying.  It looks like a doctor to me but they always say "vet".  Hmm These guys seem nice but they are always sticking me with a needle or some kind of strange instrument.  It's very exhausting.

I found a box

I love boxes.