I sensed a presence. A chill descended on the room and I felt a compulsion to flee…or scream…or, well, to skritch someone’s chin…!
dark kitties of the corn
Post 884: dark kitties of the corn…
Category Archives: psychological horror
Post 876: cat of mystery…
What’s Andy up to here? Powering up to wipe out ChiChi the Chihuahua? What…!?
Oh. He’s just helping himself to a midday snack at the kitty snack bar. Never mind!
Post 677: top cat
Periodic adjustments in the cat social order in this household are necessary when the reigning top cat’s britches get a little too tight for him.
Such was the case yesterday when Andy, the smaller of the two brothers, straightened out his brother’s tail and took over top cat status.
Not to worry, though! Dougy survived the humiliation by stopping by to get me to give him a pity party. After a little TLC and a few “poor kitties”, he was back to normal, if a little more humble when around Andy.
Dougy (left side) sees Andy has a cattitude on…
Maybe he better move on…! Andy follows!
Dougy doesn’t like where this is headed….
“Peace, brother! Peace!”
Andy has a thing or two to say to Dougy. (It’s all in body Catinese. Uhn oh!)
“Maybe I can stare him down,” Dougy thinks.
“He’s not flinching…!”
“Escape is necessary! “
“Let me through, Andy.’
“Never, you big #&^$%!”
“Let’s talk this through, bro’…”
“Nothing to talk about, unless it’s about you going down!”
Dougy makes a move…! What will Andy do?
Give Dougy the stink eye, that’s what, and move a little closer!
Dougy feels his tail’s in jeopardy now. Andy has that look! Maybe if he can make it to the box, he will be safe, Dougy thinks!
Almost there! But Andy’s getting more bold! Don’t leave your tail unprotected, Dougy! Andy closes in!
“Andy’s on to my plan. Maybe I should try for under the chair!” Dougy makes a run for it!
Andy prepares to pounce! “I see you! You are as good as finished, Douglas James!”
Andy jumps down to take on Dougy from another angle. (See the tip of his toes under the jacket? No!? Andy does!
“Come out here and fight like a big kitty, you dog!” (Hey, hey, hey, Andy! Keep it clean!) Dougy’s cowed.
“I’ll wait till you come out. I know where you live!” Andy is bolder and bolder now!
“Don’t be stupid, brother! Come out!” (Dougy wisely choses not to fall for that line…again!)
With a swish of his tail, Andy leaves. He’s made his point and Dougy will have to live with the new status quo!
“It’s a cruel world,” Dougy thinks, and he cowers under the chair until Andy’s left the room.
Yes, Andy assumed top cat status in the household yesterday, and Dougy had his feelings hurt. As noted, though — and as you saw in the last post — he felt much better after Doug (the human one) gave him a pity party and a few reassurances of “It’s OK. There, there, poor Dougy!”
😐 :\ 🙁
(Sorry for the uneven photo quality. This all happened faster than my little camera could adjust focus or decide whether it wanted flash or not. Oh, and there was an amateur photographer using it!)
😐 :\ 🙁
Don’t worry, folks! Though Dougy lost face yesterday, he truly needed to have his tail twisted. He’s been really full of himself lately, claiming everything as his. Andy just got tired of it, called Dougy’s bluff, then didn’t blink during the face off.
Post 676: Dougy got his feelings hurt today…
NEWS FLASH! Dougy got his feelings hurt today, and he came around looking for pity.
“Poor Dougy! Let me hide you under the towel.” We had a little pity party for Dougy today.
Yes, Dougy got his tail served to him on a platter today.
Andy finally had it with Dougy and his “…and this new box is mine!” or “…that’s my wand toy!” or “…Andy isn’t sleeping on the blue carrier, so I can!” Yep, got his tail served on a platter!
[The whole “tail on a platter” episode will be tomorrow’s blog theme. 🙁 ]
Post 66X: I’m not superstitious, but maybe you are!
Today’s post hits more than 665 but less than 667. I am not superstitious, but I won’t number it in case you are!
Likewise, since both my cats are kind of black — I think of them as black — I won’t post any photos of them today, though I assure you they walk in front of me day in and day out. I have yet to have bad luck.
Of course, I still haven’t won the Powerball. Hmmm. Damn black cats!
Orange tabbies are OK, though. (Poor Louie. Aw well…!)
Louie loved hunting insects in this black bamboo thicket. It was his happy spot!
Louie was a big cat. Sometimes he’d jump up on your lap without warning. Yowza!
When the florist sent flowers to the house instead of the church, Louie had to check it out. Or maybe he just wanted to walk on the table. He was naughty that way!
Louie was aggressive toward other cats but it scared Louie snotless to go to the veterinarian’s in the car. (That’s the boys’ veterinarian in red, incidentally, and the technician holding Louie is the one who shaved a spot on Andy’s tail so she could get his blood pressure. We all go back a long time!)
Hee! Hee!
Louie adored me, I think, but that doesn’t mean he minded very well. Fortunately, he was basically a pretty good boy!
Louie took an interest in what I was always doing on the computer. Yeah.
Louie was a semi-outdoor cat. He was five years old when I got him (his veterinarian estimated), and his previous people apparently let him wander. That’s how he ended up trapped by the animal control officer, and was abandoned and “there” when I was looking for a cat.
Louie was a good ol’ cat! He enjoyed watching birds in the fir tree out the back door.
Post 660: dead asleep…
I got up at the usual 2:30 AM to feed Andy and Dougy. They insisted on it. Then I went back to bed.
“I’ll catch the news on television, then think about getting up for the day,” I thought. Then I went back to sleep.
OMG!
…and that dark presence is here again!
Out cold to the world. Dead asleep. You can’t wake the dead from their sleep.
“Ummm…. Mothra in flames! It’s almost 8:30!” Dougy sniffed me and woke me up. (No doubt thinking, “…if he’s dead, he’s meat!”)
[Shudder!]
I hopped right out of bed.
Post 642: je suis Charlie
Post 639: Andy forgets to watch his tail, with miserable consequences…
Dougy came first. He heard the birds at the feeder across the lane.
Nothing much here to see! Just a plump, juicy house sparrow is all!
Maybe there isn’t much to see, but Andy still had to stop by to join Dougy at the front door.
Dougy notices Doug (the human one) sneaking over to the door, and he high tails it. (Well, “low tails it” because it’s more stealthy!) Andy, fixated on the snow by the door, doesn’t notice the drama unfolding…!
![[Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!]](https://i0.wp.com/phainopepla95.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/01/andy2.jpg?resize=624%2C355&ssl=1)
[Sniff! Sniff! Sniff!] Then a flurry of legs and hands, and Andy finds himself…
…wrapped in the white towel! He spots the medicine bottle on the table. This can only mean one thing!
Time for his blood pressure medicine, and once again he got lost in cat business, forgot to pay attention to what Doug (the human one) was up to. Yes, wrapped in the white towel, he’s about to get a dose of blood pressure medicine. ICK! Andy resigns himself to his fate.
After Doug (the human one) reassured Andy he was a good boy and massaged his shoulders and neck till the tension left them, Andy jumped to the floor for his kitty treats, then he hopped on top of his happy place, the blue carrier, to groom and reclaim his cattitude and self-respect.
All’s well that ends well. Later, Andy joined Doug (the human one) at the computer desk, where Andy snuggled into a little ball and slept the sleep only a cat can sleep. He slept there till “time to feed the kitties” time.
Post 633: Oh no! Time’s a-wasting!
Andy ambled by to check the birds in the fir tree, he said. I knew, though, he had an ulterior purpose.
>lick! lick! lick!<
“You guys finished with the blog on blogs yet, Doug (the human one)?”
Gulp!!!
Post 632: “There’s a deadline looming!”
“Kitten!” Andy is upset with his brother Dougy.
Yesterday, Andy sent his brother Dougy to pester Doug (the human one) about this looming deadline to complete and post a blog on blogs with Tom of “Cats at the Bar” fame.
“Dougy is too amiable,” Andy grumbled to himself. “I doubt he got that lazybones sufficiently motivated to complete the project.” He knew what he needed to do:
“Don’t send a kitten to do a job when a wildcat is needed!” Andy hissed. He paid Doug (the human one) another visit, and this time he minced no words: “Get it done!”