#Caturday Hello Katya

KATYAcKatya Greymalkin here.

I have a happy and a cross this week.

I’m happy because Mom didn’t sleep well last night. That sounds mean but, since Charlie won’t allow me on the bed, the only time I get to sleep next to Mom is when she dozes sitting up on the couch. Then I sit on the top of the cushions by her head and pet her with my tail. I like to think my purring helps her sleep.

But, in spite of all the help and care I give her, she thinks this kind of thing is funny:

Bad Katya
Katya’s Cafe Press Store

She even set up a Bad Katya Cafe Press store. But the joke’s on her, because nobody buys anything from it. ha!

She’s crazy about that icky-sweet Hello Kitty. So I tried to get her to make a different store for me. I even made this to get things started.HelloKatyaBut Mom says there would be something called copyright infringement. I told her I’m not afraid of lawyers, but she said that’s because it isn’t me they’d come after. She said it’s really kind of creepy, and the more she looks at it, the more she likes it, and it’s too bad the HK lawyers wouldn’t appreciate it.

Speaking of lack of appreciation: I left Mom a perfectly beautiful hind end of a chipmunk, placed conveniently near her chair in the office, and she didn’t even say thank you!

A WRITING PROMPT FOR CATS: What’s the best thing you do for your human?


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One thought on “#Caturday Hello Katya

  1. Jen Christopherson

    August 3, 2013 at 8:40am

    I didn’t read that one to Meow Meow. He is getting to the stage of killing things and I don’t want him to bring them to me. I’m one of those people that panics about such things, then I cry cause the little animal died. ChiKitty brings me the tail. I’m happy with that!

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    • Marian Allen

      August 3, 2013 at 6:51pm

      The tail is all I usually get. I don’t know what I did to deserve the entire rear half. Wish I knew, so I could avoid doing it again.

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  2. Jane

    August 3, 2013 at 9:36am

    Hello, Katya. Nice post.
    My boy Tar Baby used to bring Mom squirrel parts. He’d eat half, then knock on the door, and she’d find the other half on the doorstep. Being a country girl, Mom was OK with this, but later we found that Tar Baby wasn’t giving her ALL his spare parts. He was stashing them in the engine compartment of my brother’s made-from-scratch go-cart. NO ONE was amused then.

    So. Discretion, dear girl, has its merits.

    Marian, that picture of Miss K with her devil eyes on and a pink bow on her head is just plain creeepy! Nice job!

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    • Marian Allen

      August 3, 2013 at 6:53pm

      Hi, Jane. Katya is off staring out of the window and can’t be bothered to reply directly, but she snickered when I told her about the go-cart. I’m never letting her outside again. Never.

      Yeah, she thinks the Hello Katya poster is cute but I’m like, “…Uh … Not so much.”

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  3. Mary Montague Sikes

    August 3, 2013 at 11:04am

    Bringing in dead animals would bother me. I’m happy watching the neighborhood cats that like to come over and lounge on our deck or in a chair outside!

    Love how you share these, “Mom” Marian!

    Mary Montague Sikes

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    • Marian Allen

      August 3, 2013 at 6:56pm

      Hi, Monti! I’d rather have dead animals — even portions of dead animals — than live ones. I do not want any more do-it-yourself mice.

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