This is me playing with my favorite stripey ball. Sometimes, my sister Olivia thinks she’d like to play with my toy but usually, she just stares at it. I’d be okay with her playing with ol’ Stripey, if she wanted to, but just thinking about someone else playing with my toy makes me want to play with it myself. I guess that means no one else has a chance, and I’m okay with that, too.

This isn’t my toy. Not my style. My sister Olivia sometimes plays with this ball; she likes to whap it down the stairs – boing, boing, boing, boing all the way to the bottom. It’s pretty loud bouncing down all those wood steps. Mom and Dad say that’s funny and very cute. She’d do it over and over, all day long, if she knew how to grab that ball and carry it back up to the top of the stairs. I bet Mom and Dad wouldn’t think it was cute after a few days of listening to that!

So, you see, this is why my toy is superior. It’s quiet, it’s soft, and it’s mine.

This is my food bowl. It’s upstairs in the Cat Den. Sometimes, often some say, I’m a messy eater. Okay, there’s that, I suppose. My bowl is pretty clean in this photo. Mom says you don’t want to see my messy bowl. She’s probably right, as Moms can be some of the time. Not only is my bowl fairly clean here, I’ll have you know it’s fairly empty as well.

So, I’ll just be sitting here, in front of the stairs, waiting, oh so patiently waiting, for someone to come fill my almost clean bowl. Any time now. Yep, any time. Dad? Dad, I’m looking at you for a reason, you know.

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A Colehaus Cats flashback:

2020 – No post
2019 – No post
2018 – No post
2017 – No post
2016 – No post
2015 – No post
2014 – Patrol Sergeant Zuzu’s Plan
2013 – Ruby Tuesday
2012 – A Question for ManCats