Sunday, August 22, 2010

Don't Cut Off the Cat

Mrrrr Friends,

In part, my delay is due to summer cat doldrums. I just didn't want to blog. But as I sensed the waning of the season in late July, I was itching to scratch the pad again - the key pad that is.

With all the thoughtful drafting going on in my head, I guess I wasn't paying close enough attention to what was going on with my people. They had put the back seat of the red vroomwagon down, they were putting things in it. I did notice it was more things than the usual weekly purge.

Next thing I knew, they were putting their fake fur in, books, and human kibble. When your humans put books in the car, it is a bad sign.

Okay, at this point Alex and me knew there was a road trip ahead. We thought we might go along. But then they sat each of us down and gave us the Big Talk. The Big Talk is reserved for when they go away for a long time and feel really guilty, or when somebody goes across the bridge and they feel really sad.

Fine. They abandoned us for half a cat year, easy. [Editor's note: 1 cat year = 2.4 months; we weren't gone that long!]

I figured, however, I'd have some quality time for blogging in between some dinner parties with our out of town cat pals. So, while sad to not get to lay on Oom's head at night, and suffering a little anxiety about the kibble situation, I was good with it.

After roaming the house  until sunset, performing occasional agonized yowling to alert the neighbor cats that we had been abandoned, I settled down in front of the aluminum cat, Mac. Alex handles power up.

But the the immortal portal did not whir into action no matter how often she hit the convex button.  Suddenly, we noticed the odd lack of blinking lights in the room. No power! No wall juice? Worse, Oom had unplugged all the human communication devices!

Animal cruelty.

The next morning, the food monitor came - a nice guy named Dennis who they paid to ration kibble each day. I ran right up to him and explained the situation. I tried to get him to come over to the juice portal and plug the aluminum cat's tail in. He didn't understand. He kept scratching me, trying to deter my sense of purpose by creating petting delirium.

So, no blogging. And I've been kind of in a funk ever since.

Oh, you're wondering how Alex and I survived half a cat year? Cat's have their communication networks. A little invitational yowling, procurement of a few cases of Cowboy Cookout, a nice Cognac, a few old cat pals stop by....   We missed our people big, but we had a nice time and they came back kind of happier...though we could tell they missed us big too.