Cats Herd You

Once Upon a Paper Bag

We love paper bags. The head peep cuts the handles off for safety and then leaves them on the floor for us to enjoy.

Newton: What’s this? It’s a fresh paper bag!

Newton: Plenty of headroom. But don’t want to be trapped in here when someone pounces on it.

A bit later…

Pierre: New paper bag! When did this get here?

Newton: It’s been here a while. But I was leaving it for you. Because I’m that kind of generous little brother.

Pierre: Uh-oh.

Pierre: Is he still out there?

Pierre: I don’t see him over that way, either. Maybe he went to pull Ashton’s tail. I hope so. I mean, not because I want Ashton’s tail pulled, but… no pouncing!

Pierre: I think I’m just going to hang out in here. King of Paperbaglandia. That’s me.

Sun Puddle Interruptus

Pierre uses the cat window to catch an elusive late-day sun puddle.

Pierre: No staring at the mancat while he’s basking in the sun!

What? You’re still here?

Yes, I know that the window needs to be washed. Good help is hard to find. But staring at the mancat is impolite.

If I ostentatiously ignore you, will you stop looking?

I see. It’s going to be like that, is it?

Do I need to show you my displeased face?

Still staring at the mancat? *sigh*

All right, then. Come closer. Stare deep into my eyes.

Yooou are getting sleeeeeeeepyyyyyyyy…..

I think that backfired. It’s me who is getting sleepy.

I’m going to nap here in the sun and hope that you’re not still staring at me when I wake up.

A very old toy emerged from our coat closet, so old that the head peep had to clean corroded battery contacts to make it work again. The panic mouse is kind of an interactive cat toy for people who don’t want to wave a wand around. It had been so many years since the cats had seen it, they approached it like it was new again.

Newton: What’s this? It’s noisy, and it’s moving!