Music and Drama - Ms. Ruffalo

Hello, Friends...

 

I just wrote this LOOOOOONG bloggy thing for you and I don't know what happened!  I erased it!  Does this ever happen to you?

 

I'm too hot to sit here and re-type everything.  I'm sweating.  My paws are sliding off the keys.

 

Sigh.  I wanted to thank you all for reading my "bloggies".  It's nice to know how much you care about me.  My Mom (yes, I know I have been referring to her as my "Owner" but, let's face it, NO ONE OWNS A CAT.  I read that on a T-Shirt somewhere) mentioned that I should probably thank you all for humoring me and reading my musings.  And for listening to me complain.

 

(I'm still upset about Scotland.)

 

Why are you inside on the COMPUTER, silly children?  It's a lovely, lovely day out there.  I have an excuse for being inside... I am a house cat!  According to the nice black and white neighbor cat who comes over to talk to me through the screen window in Mom's front room, I should be happy that I am a house cat because HE has fleas... again.  And he further said that I should be eternally grateful to my mom for keeping me indoors because if I don't get fleas, I won't get THE FLEA BATH  (Neighbor cat knows how much I detest water).  Um... what are fleas?

Anyhoo- as I am writing, my mom is cleaning out my litterbox and singing... she sings a LOT.  I think she's happy.  Does she ever sing for you?  She makes up songs with my name in it.  She makes me laugh. Last night we played with my jingly bell for like 43 minutes and we were both laughing so hard that we just had to stop and roll in the middle of the living room rug! I was running around chasing that teeny little silver jingly thingy as if my legs were going to fall off!  I tripped a few times and I crashed into some furniture... I ran up the couch, lost my bearings and ended up diving OVER the back of the couch and fell on my face.  I'm like a STUNTMAN...

 

 I got so tired I fell asleep right on Mom's book.  When I woke up, she was doing Yoga stretches so I joined her.  She's right... I do feel better after some nice stretching and breathing.  Does she ever do stretching and breathing with you, friends?

 

 Well, I hope you are enjoying your summer.  I hope you are enjoying picnics with hot dogs and hamboogers (did I spell that correctly?) and watermelon.  I hope you are swimming, though I swear, I will NEVER understand why humans enjoy being WET and MOVING around in the water.  I'd rather be napping.

 

Speaking of which... it's nearly time for me to nap again.  I'm on a schedule.

 

I wish you much love, respect, kindness, snacks and naps.

Your friend, 

Killian

Friday, July 10, 2009

 

I fell asleep last night reading "Scottish Life" magazine.  I dreampt I was somewhere in the mossy, green, highlands.  There was a beautiful lake.  It was so calm and blue.  The surface looked inviting because of the sun reflecting off the surface, it was as if there were sparkly, twinkly lights dancing upon it  (Yes, I dream in color and I can see three-dimensionally unlike other felines of my age).  I pranced joyfully toward the water  (Yes, I prance, too).  I felt like I weighed nothing!  I was just running, frolicking freely, hardly feeling the bumpy, soft moss beneath my toepads.  I think I was nearly flying.  I ran toward the lake anticipating how good the water would feel as I crashed through the surface and glided under it, only to emerge, once again, into the bright, warming sunlight... and then I remembered:  I'm a CAT.  We don't like water...

 

Just as I was in the middle of my exhilarating "dream jump" and about to land in the lake... I was awakened by my owner who was now rolling over in the bed, pulling the covers with her.  Covers,  which of course, I was laying on.  I tried to alert her to my presence by saying "mmeeerrrph", but, to no avail was I recognized.  So as she turned over and dragged the covers in her direction, I slid off the blanket (it's one of those silky, shiny, slippy blankets) and landed in a pile of myself on my own head.

 

And then I heard her say "Oh, Dude!  I am so sorry.  I was dreaming about Scotland."

 

 I summoned my eyebrow whiskers into the angriest arrangement I could muster and glared at her.  Then I walked right over her, stepping on her face as I crossed from my side of the bed to her nightstand.  I pounced onto the nightstand, found her cell phone and proceeded to knock it off onto the floor.  Then I jumped up onto her dresser, found her hairbrush and knocked that, too, onto the floor.  While she was still sleepy and trying to find the will to get up out of the bed, I did a huge leap from the top of the dresser this time onto the floor, knocked over the oscillating fan and exited the room, tail held high and murmuring under my breath...

 

How has your day been, so far?

Love and I'm going to nap now,

Sir Spazzy

 

 

 

 

So there I was ... sleeping in the cozy corner of the love seat... loving the sleeping, I may add.  I was having this wonderful dream.  It was so vivid...

 

I was walking along a GIANT window sill.  And it was warm beneath the soft pads of my toesies.  The sun was warming my back fur and I was gazing out the giant window watching oodles of birds and squirrels and other creatures.  They were scampering about and entertaining me with their singing and juggling skills.  I found a comfy spot on the giant ledge, curled up and soaked in the gentle heat of the sunshine.  My owner brought me a bowl of fresh sparkling water and a plate of fresh salmon-flavored kibble.  My favorite fish toy was moving on its own and ready for me to chew on... as I reached out to grab the fish toy with one paw and a scoop of kibble with the other (I'm ambidextrous)...

 

 INSERT LOUD OBNOXIOUS, BLARING CELL PHONE RING...

 

I was FALLING!  I FELL off the love seat! AGAIN.  The STUPID cell phone had been right near my sleeping face and it scared the bejeepers out of me and when I woke suddenly, I lost my balance and fell from the edge of the love seat onto the floor.  I stood up as gracefully as I could, hoping SHE didn't notice.

 

 When I looked up, I saw that she was covering her mouth with her hand and her whole body was shaking... she threw her head back and laughed from some dark, deep, loud place in her belly... tears streamed from her eyes... now is that NICE?  Was it really FUNNY?  I could have been seriously wounded!  Yeah, she tried to pretend she was laughing at something else but I know the truth: she planted that cell phone next to my sleeping ears... for she KNOWS how much I LOATHE HER CELL PHONE!  I will exact my revenge.  Don't know how and don't know when... but I will...

 

I'll get HER ... and her little phone, too!

And how was your day?

Killian

Well ... fireworks... what a horrible racket those things make!  I mean, there I was, attempting to take a much-needed nap in between reading chapters, or pages, rather, of my newest novel... and those crazy "bang!", "boom", "crackle", phizz" noises just seemed to keep going on and on.

 

My owner seemed not to care.  She was buried in her own book, sitting, legs propped up on my scratchy box (which she tells me is something called a "foot stool").  She was NOT paying me any attention.  I worried quietly on my end of the love seat while the loud noises seemed to be coming closer and closer... or maybe I was imagining it.  I mean, I do have an active imagination.

 

Why is it called a "love seat"?  I mean, I love my owner and all, especially when she feeds me, rubs my ears and makes the bouncy fish run around the house, but I don't really feel any unusual amounts of love when I am lazing about upon said "love seat".

 

Perhaps one of you wise and learned girls or boys can illuminate for me (That means that because you're so smart, maybe you can inform me as to why the love seat is so named)?

 

 

Yours, faithfully, 

Killian

Hello, Boys and Girls, it's ME, Killian!  Spazzy McFuzz!