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…