Friday, January 19, 2007

Night Stalker

I got on the two humans’ nerves last night. I couldn’t help it. I prefer the dark, so, when the lights go out, I like to meow in my warrior mode and bolt around the apart-ment pretending that I’m in the jungle, stalking prey. Last night’s fantasy was really getting me excited, but the humans woke up and complained, talking in some sort of alien language. I wonder what a sonofabitch is. They shined some sort of light at me, and I stood still, trying to look cute. They bought it, saying that they loved me. They are quite simple to fool with.

Once they started to fall back asleep, I got back into my fantasy mode, running around, jumping on top of the big white food vault and pretending to have just caught a large bird in my jaws. The humans woke up again, making hissing noises and threatening to drop me off at the shelter. My third play time was cut short when it began to rain in the apartment. One of the humans, the angrier one, chased me around the apartment with some sort of water shooting device. By that time, I was tired and fell asleep on the couch.