Sweetie Pie On the Mountain of Love #Caturday

Sweetie Pie Turner here, MomGoth’s mom’s cat.

I was bad again and ran outside. This is why cats repeat the same bad behavior; because, after you repeat the badness, people expect it. The first time I ran out this winter, I got in trouble. This time, MomGoth just got aggravated.

It was no pleasure, I can tell you. The wind was blowing so hard! I had to go out, to see what that odd sound was. Once I got out, though, I had to scrunch down low to keep from getting whirled away to Oz! I acted like MomGoth was capturing me, but she was really rescuing me! (Don’t tell her.)

It was quite a relief to be back indoors, where the air behaves itself!

I hopped up on Mom’s footstool, which she uses to stack magazines, usually. It puts me juuuuust out of her reach unless she stretches. That’s how you know your human loves you; if they bother to stretch to pet you.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: How close to your human do you like to get?

SPT

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One thought on “Sweetie Pie On the Mountain of Love #Caturday

  1. Joey

    January 14, 2017 at 2:37pm

    Haha! Every year we say we’ll throw Catticus in the snow and see what happens, and still we don’t. When we have the big door open and the storm door shut, he cries like he wants to go out there. Drives me mad.
    Clara feels that cold air and flinches!
    Cletus would probably go. He’d like to catch some snowflakes. 🙂

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    • Marian Allen

      January 14, 2017 at 4:21pm

      When Sweetie Pie was younger, she was an indoor/outdoor cat, and she loved the cold weather! Now, I don’t know what she’s going out after. The birds and squirrels she watches through the window? The stray cats that wander by sometimes? Giving me heart attacks when Mom says, “Oh! Oh! Marian!!” and I think she’s stroking or something but she’s only alerting me that the cat is trying to get out?

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      • Joey

        January 15, 2017 at 1:09am

        I don’t even you those mini panics!

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        • Marian Allen

          January 15, 2017 at 8:22am

          They are NDF — No Damn Fun. Even the grandsons know not to jump out at me from behind things unless they’re sure I know they’re there. Then I PRETEND to be startled like a normal person, not cardiac arrested.

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  2. Dan

    January 14, 2017 at 5:29pm

    When MiMi escapes, she only ever gets onto the porch. She likes to hide but when it’s really cold, she lets us find her fast.

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    • Marian Allen

      January 14, 2017 at 5:50pm

      I think Sweetie Pie only went out to pick up a few fleas. She loves that comb!

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  3. A.C.Flory

    January 14, 2017 at 6:48pm

    I won’t tell, Sweetie Pie, but why do something that silly? The next time you want to go outside to check on something, make sure they come with you. That way you’ll always have someone there to open the door for you.

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    • Marian Allen

      January 15, 2017 at 8:17am

      She had to show me your answer. She claims now she MEANS for me to come with her, but I’m too slow. ha!

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        • Marian Allen

          January 16, 2017 at 7:31am

          We’ve tried her in a harness and leash. On the occasions we’ve managed to get all her feet — and none of ours — through the correct harness apertures, she’s been beautifully docile. She lies down on her side, and we can drag her anywhere.

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  4. Jane

    January 16, 2017 at 8:25am

    I’ve had my time dragging compliant cats around! (Nicholas seemed to be following me so WELL! Then I glanced back at him! Oh NO!)

    Tootsie would let the harness be put on her, and then she would gracefully fall right over as if parallyzed from the neck down!

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    • Marian Allen

      January 16, 2017 at 10:06am

      With Tootsie, that was a blessing. If only I had known; I would have brought a harness with me whenever I came to visit. heh

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