We finally return to KITT-FM, where it's all kittens, all the time. And now, heeeeere's your hostess - broadcasting live from our studios in Purrbank, Catifornia - Mother Catresa!
Long time, no meow, huh? This is Mother Catresa's downtime, because it's the winter, and female cats aren't popping out kittens like gumballs; kitten season will begin in the spring. But I was hoping that maybe y'all missed me, even just a little, and that you would love a winter dose of MC cheer humor. (And if you don't - hey, that's OK. I don't need to know.)
And besides, I do have a kitten. Yes, a kitten! Not a real little one, but about a six-month-old teenager. She's a little redhead named Tinsel, and she's a welcome extension of Yuletide cheer during the dreary winter months. I got the orange tabby just before Christmas (hence the cute Yuletide name) and she's been staying in my kittens' room all by her lonesome ever since then. Tinsel, bless her heart, came into Animal Friends with some sort of unknown animal bite. So the poor dear, as a safety precaution, has to be quarantined until early March, to make sure she doesn't develop any disease. Her littermates got adopted a few months ago.
So anyway ... Tinsel! Get off my desk! (Push ... plop!)
Ahem, as I was saying ... Hey! Tinsel! Get off my keyboard! (Push ... plop!)
Can't you tell I'm now in the kittens' room - which, by the way, doubles as my office? Luckily, my computer is old, because the cord-loving kittens, who also love using my stuff as bowling pins, have banged it up a bit. It's hard to get any typing done up here, because ... Tinsel!! Little stinker, you're really being annoying now! (Push ... plop!)
Tinsel is a little sweetheart, affectionate and sweet, yet also quite impish and playful. I feel so bad for her having to be isolated up here, but I try to spend as much time with her as I can. And when she knows I'm home and downstairs, that loud one makes sure of it with her caterwauling. It's like she's bellowing, "What about me??? Get your bald ass up here this instant, mom!"
Aaah, the fiery, vocal, spirited redhead. Hey, does that sound like someone else you know? I'm just saying.
Well now ... eeew, pew. I smell kitten gas! At least she's on the lower level of my desk, and not by the keyboard, right in my face. Incidentally, for no particular reason, I have been calling her "Tinsel Toot." I think it's cute. (Hey, that rhymes!)
It looks like Tinsel has ... er, pooped out now; she's lying down on the other side of the room, purring. Ok, now I can have some peace and quiet, and type uninterrupted. Too bad this blog entry is almost done.
Tinsel isn't the only mischievous cat around here. I took a break from writing and went downstairs a few minutes ago, because I realized that I had left on the couch a bag with leftovers from my chicken dinner. I panicked; biiiig mistake! See, one of my cats, Rum Tum, is the feline world's most notorious chicken bandit. He has been known to dig chicken bones out from the bottom of the kitchen trash if there remains even a fraction of a scrap of meat. Sure enough, after just a few minutes home, I found shredded chicken and tinfoil all over the floor. Ugh! There goes tomorrow's dinner.
I'd better sign off and go back downstairs. MC has some cleaning up to do. But I'll take chicken scraps over the litter box any day of the week, and twice on Sunday.
Until next time, I remain,
Patron Saint of Homeless Felines
(and the "smitten kitten")