The Pet Chronicles

Hey I snuck in for a few minutes while that DOG is asleep next to sis snoring like a trumpet. “All that noise, noise, noise, noise…” The Grinch sure had that right.  You should hear the ruckus she is making right now.

It is my turn to make my presence known. The sister named me Snowflake. Sometime she calls me Pakey. Either one is fine with me. She is pretty cool. She took me in when those people were making my life miserable. I was pretty small, not that I am any fat cat now. At first she made me a little house up in her fort outside next to the swing set. It is good up there. The dog can’t climb the ladder. There was a nice box with soft carpeting inside and she made sure there was fresh water and an occasional snack there for me too when I showed up. She figured out I am lactose intolerant too.

I never used to show up all the time. Then it got better. I found a way to sneak into the attic from outside. I sit in the garage on whatever I like and there is some comfy stuff out there. Then there is my own little cat toy mouse Santa left me and my own water and food bowl. How sweet is that!

I sneak in the house when I can. I scared the daylights out of the Mom one night. Well what can I say; it was tempting up on the kitchen counter with that big spoon just sitting there covered in meat sauce. Maybe someone should have washed the dishes. It seemed like an invitation to me. It yelled EAT ME, right to me personally. I swear it did.

 Anyhow the Mom freaked and thought another wild rat or mouse had made it into the house again and was licking the spoon on the counter, as if any rodent could get past me since I came into the picture around here. I had to learn how to survive on my own so I learned how to hunt in the back yards around here.

 The Mom’s bed is right near it so she heard the metal clinking on the tile counter as I was eating. Wow does she make good sauce.

See the thing is, she woke up one time on her little down low on the ground bed and felt something run and across her bare leg on a hot summer night in the dark. She says that she can still feel those little feet on her leg sometimes and then she shivers and makes this sour face like she is sucking a lemon.

 The noisemaker just spotted me. I have to get gooooooooooing…

Everybody else has to have a say on these blog things so I figured why not me. Mom knows I have lots to say. At times she is the only one who seems to get what I am trying to convey, so I follow her around a lot. I mean a dog has to have someone to communicate with. Besides that she is alpha dog around here. I’m no fool. I know where my bone is buttered.

Mom got me when I was six weeks old. We sort of took to each other right away. I snuggled up against her on her bed that very first day and fell asleep with her. Then she carried me around on her shoulder half the time like a baby. Hey, I already had four perfectly good legs and could walk on my own, but I wasn’t complaining. I liked it up there snuggled up under her neck. No wonder those two legged babies do that all the time.

I still try to sit on her lap to do it sometimes but she starts grunting and gasping after awhile like she can’t breathe or something. What is the deal with that anyhow? I ‘m only 103 pounds. I mean heck, my little sis is bigger than me now and my six year old brother is a little truck, but they sit on her lap.

Well just thought I would make my first appearance. That’s me in the picture by the way. Mom says I have beautiful intelligent eyes. That’s one smart lady.

Oh by the way that fur ball with whiskers may make an occasional appearance on here once in awhile too, that is if I don’t chase her out. She comes into the house through my dog door sometimes, without even bothering to knock or asking if she can come in. Then she sneaks past me when I’m all comfy and stretched out, to go see Mom. She jolts me out of a perfectly good sleep. A girl has to let her know which of us the alpha pet around here is. I can’t just let her saunter past like she owns the place or something.

Sometimes there are other visitors here too, like these lizard things my sis brings in from the yard and insists on putting on the top of my head. She thinks it is cute I guess. I’d crunch them but they look too much like that tiny green jumping thing I chased around while we were camping one time. I thought it looked like an interesting snack. Wow was I wrong. I couldn’t get that taste out of my mouth for the rest of the day. I kept shaking my head and everything but that nasty taste would not go away. Mom was trying not to laugh at me too hard.

Anyhow, here I am. Bark at ya later again. Leave me a note or a paw print or a nice piece of hamburger, something good like that, so I know you came by.