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…!
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.
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.
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…!)
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.
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!”)
I hopped right out of bed.
Post 642: je suis Charlie
Post 639: Andy forgets to watch his tail, with miserable consequences…
Post 633: Oh no! Time’s a-wasting!
Post 632: “There’s a deadline looming!”
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: