Showing posts with label a new cat couch. Show all posts
Showing posts with label a new cat couch. Show all posts

Sunday, September 6, 2015

This couch is not big enough for the two of us

"Ponder."
As a cat I am really good at ignoring my name if I choose to.
"Ponder. What's that?"
Ack. Why doesn't she go away? I thought she wanted to take a bubble bath.


"You are a silly boy, you know that?"
"Sheesh, human, what is it?"
Oh. She is looking at the intruder.



"The couch is big enough for him and you."
"He had to leave urgently. Business."
"Business on the floor under the table? You mean he was on the blanket and you still don't like to sleep on the couch itself."
"Absolutely not. I just need lots of space. Now put that camera down ... and ... go ... away."

Finally.

Guess who's not going to sleep well tonight? A hint, it will not be me.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

My new couch

It's really hard to believe, but it's true. The lady who doesn't like IKEA went to ... you guessed it, IKEA.
She explained to me that she was in a bit of a hurry now to buy a bed couch because she needed it fast and couldn't wait a few weeks to have one delivered. And not only did she order said couch, but she also bought new lamps. Whoa! Where's my Mom and what did you do to her?

We are expecting a visitor from the USA. I don't even know her, I only heard about her. She's the lady who made it possible that we kitties are living here.
Mom always loved cats, but she used to think that all cats needed to go outside or they would fall over and die like her plants. White Dude, the very first cat in the house, changed her mind about that. I think we need to be very grateful for that because without him Esme and I would probably run around in the woods now ... or worse.
If you read Dude's story, you also know about Jenn who introduced him to Mom. And she's coming over to see us. And Mom, I guess.

Mom says that's why she needs the couch, but of course we know it is for us. It's about time, too. Can you believe that we have a cardboard bed with a see through bottom? A not as nice way to say it would be to say it has holes. It's worn down, it's kaputt.
I hope we'll get a new couch every time now that one of our cardboard beds is dead. I like to choose from many comfortable places and scratching spots. The fabric looks great for sharpening our claws although Mom just now claimed that at least Esme's claws are sharp enough to kill a big fish. Just because Esme held on to her knees for a bit, pfff.

Now excuse me while I go and take a nap ... but where? Oh, those choices!