#Caturday Cat Claims Couch

KATYAcKatya Graymalkin here.

Mom has been sleeping too well lately, so I was happy she had a fairly bad night the other night.

Now, before you accuse me of being mean, “a bad night” means she wakes up and can’t get back to sleep in her bed. When that happens, she comes in and sits on the couch and goes to sleep there. She tells Charlie it’s comfortable, so it must be true. She tells him the truth all the time. It’s disgusting.

She had her camera out the other night, and took some pictures of me. If you want to know what a bad night really is, try having your picture snapped at random moments during the wee hours.

Katya gives me the stink-eye because I’m not on the couch.
Katya getting ready to bap me with her tail.
Katya getting ready to bap me with her tail.

Guess who typed the captions?

“Bap,” indeed! I’m petting her! It’s supposed to help her sleep! Some people have no gratitude.

A WRITING PROMPT FOR ANIMALS: What do you do to help your Person that is terribly misunderstood?


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One thought on “#Caturday Cat Claims Couch

  1. Jane

    September 7, 2013 at 10:35am

    Hi. Goober here.
    I can’t get no respect. Look at my name! I have a perfectly good moniker (Jasper), and what does she call me all the time? Goober! Just as if I WERE….oh, I see. Well.
    I try to help Mom all the time by herding her other cats. You may recall how much she respects that Rory fellow I never even met, who could herd that Cricket woman. (I tried herding Cricket, but she would NOT have it. Sometimes you fail.)
    I just now gave a big go at herding Squirrel, and she shot past Mom so fast, growling so loud, you’d think she would have appreciated my top-level skills. But no. Mom hollered, Dammit, you Goober!
    I hear that all the time. You should hear that lady cuss! She is not polite at all.
    So I try to herd the big girl: Lily. I did such a good job of this last year, that Lily was cornered in the living room for days at a time, which happened to be the one room without a cat box. Heh. You can guess what happened. Lily embarrassed herself. But what did I hear? Dammit, you Goober! Not a bad word for the miscreant pisser. No, not one.
    So now, Lily has HER OWN ROOM! I’m not allowed in. But I go in, anyway, because this Lily girl needs a good herding! I rush in, head down. She sees me. We growl! Her fur gets big. OH MY! She is a REALLY big girl! I rush back into the hall.
    Maybe I will help Mom herd Lily another day. Meanwhile, I need to take a few laps of the house running flat out hollering Klingon. That’s another thing I’m good at.
    See you later!

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    • Marian Allen

      September 7, 2013 at 11:41am

      Hi, Goober! Katya is too lazy busy to reply, but she said to tell you she’s on Lily’s side. Sorry, fella, but those woman cats are sometimes like that.

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  2. Mr. Nikita

    September 14, 2013 at 8:06pm

    Love the pictures!

    I have often woke daddy up before he wants to get up in the morning.

    He thinks it’s because I want breakfast, but it’s just my wanting to encourage him to begin his day bright and early!

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    • Marian Allen

      September 14, 2013 at 8:55pm

      Mr. Nikita, Katya says: “Exactly! Swatting them in the face with a paw or a tail is our way of saying Rise And Shine, but do they appreciate it? No!”

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