a cat's tale...

Sam the Cat takes over the blog this week with a frank and uncensored look at a day in his busy life. (I suspect he is secretly writing a memoir. Not surprising. He's always been a bit bookish.)

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In my youth, I roamed all night. Now that I am an elder cat, I prefer to sleep until sunrise. For some reason, this makes Ma'am happy. Hmm. I may need to re-think. There is much to be said for rising by moonlight.

Wake yourself, Ma'am, for I am hungry and require my morning kibble.

It is impolite to speak with one's mouth full.

I prefer my water cold and inconveniently located. 

At last, I have the bed all to myself.

Ma'am sits on this machine to huff and puff. (Humans are weird.) I prefer my quiet perch behind the curtains, my own private window on the world.

Curtains are also useful for playing hide and seek, a game at which I excel. Sometimes, just to keep her happy, I let Ma'am find me.

Time for another nap. Ma'am thinks this is her chair. Ma'am is wrong.

Ma'am puts my toys away in a basket, then runs machine-that-roars back and forth over the carpet. Afterwards, I help by putting all my toys back where they belong. Always considerate. It is just my nature.

Dinner time means wet food. Today's menu is turkey, my favourite. Next, a thorough clean-up, first the floor, then my paws and whiskers. A wise cat is never too busy to keep himself well groomed. 

Lap time with massage. Oh ... oh, yes. That's the spot.

At last, my busy day is done. Time for a few stretches before bed and then ... 

... lights out. Say good night, ma'am.

Goodnight, Sam.

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This week, stillpoint is the blog of Sam the Cat 

courtesy of Canadian author Cheryl Cooke Harrington