Friday, December 23, 2016

Kitchen Help

The humans need help. They regularly prepare food, but they do things like wash and chop leaves, and stir weird powders into perfectly good milk or meat. And the meat! They always cook it. Ugh. Flavor gone.

I try to assist them. It's really outside the scope of my duties as a World Legion of Cats reprentstive, but I do it because I am fond of them. They are inconsistently open to my suggestions. I never leave their side, in the hopes that they will just open their minds to my good messages. Eat fish. Don't cook it. Forget leaves. 



Special Forces

As a WLoC Special Forces team member, I am always honored and duly impressed when I meet another Species' special forces. Here I am enjoying the company of my human children's grandfather, Dede. He is applying to be a WLoC attaché. I think he is an excellent candidate.
 

Amazon

I don't really get what "Amazon" is. Regardless I do enjoy the boxes that come with the Amazon association. It is good training for me when my humans play with me and the boxes. 
 

Our Canine Counterparts

Humans are, as we have already established, weird. They are also smart, loving, funny and kind. They can be - although it is the minority of them - mean, aggressive and hurtful. The humans are so vulnerable to other humans and demons. They are practically hairless, skin-covered, stuck on two feet, with feeble noses and eyes. They eat leaves and have pretty broken senses in general, especially their sixth sense (and their seventh, their sense of direction.) They can hardly tell when someone is up to no good; they just believe the best in everyone. Ugh. They really need protection.

I have great respect for my counterparts in the World Legion of Dogs. They work tirelessly to keep the humans safe. They do things that we at the WLoC simply cannot (and would not) do: fetching balls and papers, running through obstacle courses, taking their humans on walks, and other such activities as to keep their humans entertained and out of trouble. These dogs fully enhance their humans' lives with companionship and entertainment.  This is a tremendous, selfless job. Witout the dogs, we Cats would simply be overwhelmed by the challenge of protecting the humans. 

I have learned that when humans lose one of their protectors, perhaps a soldier, police or firefighter, they fly a special flag. And so I propose that we all fly rainbow flags in honor of Inca. Inca crossed over the Rainbow Bridge after bravely and compassionately protecting the aunts of my human children. I am certain that she kept Them safe, and moreover, she enriched Aunt Shannon's life immeasurably. Godspeed, Inca. I will see you over there some day. 

 

The Sunny Spot

There are few pleasures in life that are better than a comfy chair in a sunny spot with a view of the birds. Every morning I enjoy this spot on the dining room chair. It is best when it's sunny.
 

Before dozing off I watch the birds out the window. Sweet, yummy birds of all shapes and sizes. Sometimes a demon one will try to gain access to my humans' house by flying through the window. Of course I leap up ready to save the humans of the window should fail. The demon usually falls to the ground, into the paws of my outdoor WLoC counterpart. I snooze on. Maybe a little more than snooze, perhaps deeply sleeping is a better description. 

 

Enjoying the Fire

Ahhhh I love it when my humans make a fire in the house. ( Not so Much when the adult female smokes the food in the kitchen.) I have learned that this is part of Christmas. I like it so much because the Fire is warm and the humans sit around on the couches before it, perfect for snuggling. I snuggle very well. We have many nice quilts for snuggling.

 
 

I belong in every conversation

I follow the humans around so I can hear what they have to say. It is part of my duty to be in the know about everything. When the adults close their bedroom door in the morning, I stand outside, press my ear against it, and use my super cat hearing to listen in. Sometimes they open the door suddenly and I fall into the room.

If they are standing together and conversing, I sit between them. Sometimes I sit within earshot and they don't know. Other times I participate in the conversation. If there is action, I am there. Actually, if there is inaction, I am usually a participant.