… not to leave their computers on!
I FINALLY got down into the underground part of the ‘home’ building … and found all manner of computers lying around.
I choose one that looked important … and found a user and password written on a piece of paper. I don’t know who this ‘root’ monkey is, but they sure have a lot of power.
A few clicks of the mouse (not very tasty, for some reason) and I’ve got my own website!
Ho, hum, the monkeys were here yesterday for a while, but then they went away. For some reason, my monkeylady fed me again after my monkeyman had already given me my dinner. They took some food away with them, but didn’t bring any back when they returned hours later. I think they went somewhere and gobbled a lot of food and felt guilty and gave me extra. It must be some mysterious monkey holiday.
Whatever. I’m going to take a nap.
The last few weeks have flown by in a happy blur. My monkeys - in fact, I now think of them as “my beloved monkeys,” have gone to great lengths to make me comfortable. Recently, they have bought new toys and invented new games to keep me entertained and healthy. I am especially fond of “Sock Jail” and “Whack-A-Mouse,” and also now have two special sleeping beds of my very own. One of them I hated until they turned it on its side, whereby it became perfectly acceptable. The other one is a very upscale leather hammock in the monkey’s wall-watching room. I enjoy my hammock very much, especially when the monkeys toss some of the foam balls in. Oh! Oh! That makes me so enjoyably KA-RAY-ZEEE! Oh! Oh! Gettitgettitgettit! Oh…
You must pardon me, I become quite excitable when in the throes of an attack of playfulness. A strange thing about that leather hammock was that the woman monkey didn’t seem to want me to use it at first. She kept sweeping it out and appeared concerned. I had no problem with it at all, although the previous tenants left behind a number of bits of wood and bark and so on. Apparently it had another use before my reign began.
Mine now, though. It’s all mine now.
I even have a special radio program to enjoy while the monkeys are away from the little building. This makes my days less dull, though truth be told, I sleep most of the time anyway. It’s called DogCatRadio.com
and it’s all right, but actually I prefer it when they leave NPR on all day. I like to remain informed.
Yes, my domain is run along the lines I laid down from the very beginning: regular meals, clean water, plenty of places to hide, plenty of places to sleep, and of course much petting and accolades from the monkeys, my populace. I take my duties seriously and in exchange for all their offerings and tributes, I give them approving head- and body-bumps and luxuriate in being petted. Also they seem to find my enthusiasm for our games and toys entertaining - sometimes they completely forget to watch the wall and focus on my activities.
Which, after all, is as it should be. I must say that my overall health and fitness are much improved since my arrival - I seem to be much stronger and have much more energy for play. I remember feeling very small and very scared and not being able to play much at all, but that was a long time ago.
It’s good to be Cat, of course. It’s good to be Cat of such an appreciative and affectionate and generous pair of monkeys.