That’s What You Heard?

I hear a tapping. I glance around the room and hear it again. Tap, tap, tap. Then I see her.

At the window, tapping on the glass is the most beautiful white Persian I have ever seen. I muddle over to the window and manage a feeble “Hi.”

“Hi. I’m so glad to see you. I was walking through your yard, on my way to a friend’s house, when I stepped in poop. You didn’t cover it up at all, and now I have it all over my beautiful white fur. See how it’s stained brown now? It looks and smells awful, and now I have to see my friend like this.”

Her voice gets louder and louder as she talks, but I can’t stop staring at her eyes. “Are you a dog or something? Why didn’t you cover it? It’s simply offensive. You need to cover when you go. And don’t you have a litterbox you could be using? It really is the most disgusting thing. You need to come out here and clean up your yard!” She storms off just as my little brother Salem walks up.

“What did she want?” he asks, his head tilting in her direction.

I turn to him smiling and stammer, “She said she was so glad to see me.”

A Calico Walks By

Bored, I walk over by the window to play with my favorite toy. Then I spot something out of the corner of my eye.

I nod, “Well, well, well, what have we here?” There’s a cute little calico walking by.

“Wait, wait!” Oh crap, she saw me pick up this stick toy and is walking away before I can pretend that I was just moving it over!! Noooooooooooo!!

“Well, that’s it. She thinks I’m a moron.”

Salem walks up and smiles, “Nah, she thinks you’re a moron that plays with stick toys.”

This Will Not Be Tolerated

I look down at my bowl and then at Salem, “Our dinner is late again. We have to do something about this. Now.”

“You’re right. You go scratch up her sofa and I’ll stand by and bore holes through her with my eyes.”

“Why do I have to do the hard part? She might get mad.”

“Because I have delicate features. I could never survive on the outside.”

I look at him, “Outside? You think she might ban us to the outside?”

“Maybe.”

“There are spiders outside,” I glance tentatively out the window.

“Okay. I say we let this one slide, but I have my eyes ready. Next time my dinner is late, she gets my ‘This Kibble is lukewarm and late and about to be flying across the room’ stare.”

I nod in agreement and hurriedly eat my Kibble before a spider appears in the window.

#LeaveMyShitAlone

My human almost walked in on me with my copy of Cat Fancy magazine. Damn, that was close. I open it up and there are obvious drool spots all over Maine Coon on the centerfold.

“Salem! I’m going to kick your ass if you don’t leave my stuff alone!”

Shit, now I need to find a new hiding place. Maybe putting it under my cat bed wasn’t the slickest move. Freaking little brothers. If he got into my stash of catnip I’m going to go all cougar on his ass! #PlayKittyMagazineForThoseLonelyNightsInTheAlley

#BitchSlap Aka, Showing My Brother Who’s Boss

Among us felines, my brother Salem boasts the most sneak attacks in our house. He actually prides himself on his ability to lunge at unsuspecting passers-by with the speed of a Cheetah.

I remember one day in particular, when he was strutting through the living room after an exceptionally excessive bout of bragging, and I pounced out from behind the sofa, bitch-slapped him across the face, and ran like hell into the other room in one swift drive-by, before anyone could blink.

I believe one of the smaller humans witnessed this feat as it was talked about among them for years afterward. Who’s bragging now? #ME #BitchSlappedThatBitch #FelineDriveBy

Payback’s a Bitch

My owner tried putting some cheap ass off-brand cat food in my dish this morning to try and save a buck, #OhNoSheDidn’t, and I quickly shut that shit down! I snubbed that stuff ASAP, promptly walked over to her favorite blanket and yakked all over it. Let’s see if she tries that crap again anytime soon. Yeah, that’s right, I’m on Insta and Twitter. I followed @RealGrumpyCat #MaySheRestInPeace.

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