Hi Everyone, Sophie here! Mom's been slacking on blogging lately, she said something about her mind being blank. I can attest to that, the other night she forgot to refill my food bowl before she went to bed. I wasn't very happy with that little memory lapse! You can see from our pictures that we're underfed, especially me. She tries to serve that yucky stuff in cans for our supper, and I won't touch it. I'd rather starve! I don't see her eating it! If I hold out she'll usually give me a dish of treats or something off her plate instead! Mom loves me more than she loves the other cats, I'm sure of it. They don't have their own bedrooms, do they? :-)
I see Mom's got several draft posts in the works but none of them look very good to me, so I thought I'd step in and give you something new to read. I want to tell you about what happened here this morning. I swear that I had nothing to do with it, I'm just an innocent bystander!
Mom has to leave for work before Dad gets up in the morning. Before she goes, she lets me out of my bedroom so I can keep an eye on the other cats while she's away. They think I'm kind of dull and quiet... the furbrains don't realize I'm an informer. Of course I don't mind ratting Mom out here either. Hey, that makes me a kind of a double-agent doesn't it? Cool!
When Dad leaves, he turns on the security alarm. There's a reason we have it, but I'll get to that a bit later. Mom and Dad learned a long time ago that putting on the motion sensor doesn't work well with multiple cats in the house. We don't just lay around napping all day, contrary to popular belief! "Some of us" are a little more active than others though, and think the house is one giant racetrack. My little sister "Hairball"(as Dad affectionately refers to her) and Chloe, that sneaky-looking black one, like to roughhouse. Sometimes even mild-mannered Tiggy gets in the act, and all "heck" breaks loose. (Mom says I can't use bad words here. Like she never does, right?) They go tearing around the house and bouncing off the furniture, chasing each other up and down our tall cat trees, and knocking stuff off the counters. Mom isn't very happy about that when she gets home.
Well today, they took it a little too far, swinging off the top of the cat tree, and before long Dad was getting a call at work from the security system folks, saying that the alarm was going off in our house. They could tell it was set off by the motion sensor. Good job Dad, hit the wrong button going out the door, didn't you? That blasted alarm was beeping for what seemed like forever! It was driving us crazy! Well, except for Grandpa Stormy, he's kinda deaf and it didn't seem to bother him too much.
Dad told the alarm people to ignore it, that he was sure we were the "cat burglars" in question. Then he texted Mom. Mom took pity on us and drove the twenty miles home from town to turn it off so we wouldn't have to listen to it all day long. Whew! She didn't seem too thrilled about making an extra trip. I curled up in my favorite box when I heard her pull into the driveway. (Appearing sweet and innocent is something I do very well!) When she walked in I just nodded toward those other furballs who were looking kinda guilty anyway. She knew, but once again, soft-hearted ol' Mom just petted every one of us and said everything was fine. Just once I'd like to see them get in trouble, maybe grounded so they couldn't go outside in the evenings. No, wait! I don't want to be stuck here inside with them 24/7, then they'll start picking on me! Anyway, all's back to normal at our house, and hopefully Dad will be remember not to set the motion sensor tomorrow. Maybe he's getting a little blank in his old age too! :-)
Oh, about the security system. When Mom and Stormy lived on a farm in New Mexico with Stormy's Dad, long before they got me, their house was broken into three times in one year! Some bad people smashed in the sliding glass door, and glass flew all over the room! They stole a bunch of good stuff like electronics and jewelry and made a mess going thru things. The second time they stole a bunch of band equipment that wasn't even insured. Mom's pretty sure it was some of the less desirable types that hung out with the band and knew the house had a lot of good stuff to hock for drug money. After that they had a security alarm installed, and it stopped them dead in their tracks when it went off!
Stormy was there when the house got broken into and he said he was terrified. Mom said she looked everywhere for him. The burglars had left the door wide open and she was afraid he'd gotten out. She finally found him cowering in the corner behind the big tv cabinet, with his nose to the wall, hoping that made him invisible. She said he was shaking and his eyes were as big as saucers! It turns out Mr. macho tomcat is kinda nutless when it comes to guarding the house. For that matter he really is nutless, but he gets upset if we talk about that! Mom was pretty shook up about the whole thing too, she said she felt violated with all their stuff gone thru, and vulnerable out there alone late at night when Stormy's dad was playing band gigs or working night shift on the oil rig. That's why they got the alarm system, and now she wouldn't be without one. Most people who break in aren't going to hang around waiting for the sheriff to show up when the security people notify them, but hopefully we won't ever have a bad thing like that happen here.
And speaking of bad guys.... Mom was reading this over my shoulder, and told me that the office building where she works had a break-in last night on the 10th floor just above her offices. Some computer equipment got damaged and stolen and the guy who did it was wearing a security guard outfit! But it was an impostor, not the good guy who actually patrols the building during the day. I guess the video monitors picked it up, so hopefully they'll catch him. I will feel a lot better about my Mom being alone in her office there at times once they do, though I don't think anyone would be dumb enough to try that during the day. If they were going to come in armed, they'd probably hold up the bank downstairs instead. Hey, that would be something exciting to blog about....
Oh-oh, Mom's giving me that look that says she doesn't approve of my comments, just scratch the bit about the bank robbery, ok? I'm getting booted off the computer now, but I'll be back to blog another day, you can count on it! :-)
PS - That cat burglar up there looks a lot like Stormy. Who knows, maybe he was a bad boy in his youth and his past is starting to catch up with him!