The monkeys are still away … and I am just besides myself with boredom. They better have a good excuse when they come back.
The nice lady monkey came again and gave me some more food … we played a bit. She’s pretty fun. She was able to flush out the bright red dot. It changed colors just slightly, but I gave it a run for it’s money. Still haven’t caught it though. I will, rest assured, I will.
Bored bored bored bored. I am so incredibly bored.
My monkey’s aren’t around, and the other lady monkey only comes by every other day or so. At least she plays with me a bit (and gives me some more food).
Yesterday a tall male monkey came around and went into the underground part of the cave. He also messed around with the picture box. I was so happy to see someone here I gave him my traditional greeting … basically paw his leg. He didn’t seem to happy with that though.
Unfortunately, he went away too.
There is just nothing to do here without monkeys around.
!!!!!
Well, this is an interesting development. My monkeys went away at least a day or so ago, and they haven’t come back yet! What is more, the lady that was here recently returned today for a short visit. At least there is plenty of food, although I don’t get the delicious stuff that comes out of the little metal “cans” as often.
But I am rather bored. Nobody to play with. Nobody to pet me. Stupid monkeys left me alone and all I get are a bunch of little furry mouses to play with all by myself.
Must find a hobby or something to occupy my time until such time as they deign to return. Then they will get the cold furry shoulder for a bit, I can tell you.
I suppose you could say that they have left me in charge, so perhaps I shall just consider the place “Under New Management.” And I might call a meeting of interested pets who have access to the Internets to discuss topics of mutual interest and benefit, such as:
“Who’s In Charge Here, the Monkeys or Me? Why, I Am Of Course.”
“Best Practices for Obtaining a Scritch To Just The Right Spot”
“Tips and Tricks: Getting Your Way Non-Verbally”
Yes, that would be a fine thing to occupy my time. Either that, or there’s always destruction.
Something is definitely fishy around there. That lady that was here a few days ago came back. My monkeylady jabbered to her and gave her some of those paper things and then they looked at me and tried to get me to play. Well, I only did a little, I was thrown a little off my game by the presence of the other lady. However, I will soon have her under my paw. She will be mine.
My monkeys went into one of the “No-no Riley” rooms last night and left the door open, and so I went in and hid under the bed and claimed it for my dominion. They were piling some of their clothes things up and getting out these big things that opened up. There was a lot of bumping around and scurrying from one room to another gathering things.
Later tonight, I will investigate a number of small objects that appeared on the bedside table and the bathroom sink. I think the “dab and drop” method will tell me something about what these objects are for, and of course to teach my monkeys not to put interesting objects on the edges of tables and counters where they might spontaneously knock themselves off the edge.
I suspect something unusual is going to happen soon, but don’t yet know what it is.
For now, though, everything is good. My monkeys and I have fallen into a very enjoyable routine. This morning it was very cold, so I crept under the covers on their sleeping thing. The monkeylady seemed to like that a lot, but it was stuffy and a little too warm.
So, I just went in and out. In and out. Under the covers and then right back out. It was nice going creeping in there and snuggling, and then I’d have to get out again. Quite fun. The monkey lady seemed peeved that I wouldn’t settle and let her sleep, though. Must make a note to school her a little better on that; she really sleeps too much, I think.
“Ow! Ow! YEEEOW! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYOWTCH!!”
Yes, I did indeed vocalise in this very vulgar manner tonight. I was quite overcome with pain. My furry human was busying himself with doing something about the monkey chow they eat at night, and I was in my usual position right at his feet. Well, I was only offering to take care of any little fishy tidbits that happened to find their way to the floor.
And then he stepped back and put his big monkey foot down HARD, RIGHT on my little paw, and it HURT. I screamed loudly and ran away.
My monkeywoman came quick! She ran right up from the other room and they both approached me as I stumbled away in some pain and confusion. It was like reliving a nightmare, but then they both stopped and spoke softly and gently to me and to each other.
I shook off my pain-befuddlement and moved as quick as I could up the stairs to the sleeping room, in some embarassment for being caught out. I had shown fear, and I felt very small and vulnerable again. They followed, carefully.
Oh no! For a moment I was afraid of even my beloved monkeys! I shuddered with fear, but it lessened as I realized that already my paw hurt less and less. Not a serious injury, then. Of course, I should have realized that when I was able to run up the stairs, but still.
I jumped, rather gingerly, up on to the bed to my secure place, a blanket placed for my personal use at the foot of the bed. My monkeys came close, reassuring me that they meant me no harm. My lady petted me softly and felt my legs and paws gently. She seemed relieved, and then she petted my furry one, and he seemed even more relieved and petted me over and over again. It was clear that abject apologies were being offered, and so I accepted with a tentative “bump” to his paw. And then all was loving and good and I was not scared any more. I love my humans, but they certainly are clumsy.
I recovered my sang-froid, and later was able to play a couple of good games of Stringfish! and Get That Red Dot!!1! with my furry man. Friends again. However, I shall be much more cautious about those big feet-things they have. I’m fine now, although you may kiss the paw if you wish.
I don’t think I like feet much at all. My monkey lady has big purple fake feet on her back paws right now and they make a scary SHH! - SHH! noise. I did not think it was amusing when she approached just now to play a game of I’m Coming To Get You!
If I could talk Gibberish (the language that they speak) I would tell her “Lose the purple feet, please.”
Perhaps I shall have to take drastic steps to render them…unwearable. More on that later.
I’d like to take a moment to introduce my monkeys … I’ve grown quite attached to them since they gave me this nice cave to live in.
The male monkey has all the computers … and spends more than a little time in the downstairs cave. He’s kind of furry too … but not as much as me. He usually gives me my breakfast and dinner, since he ususally wakes up and comes home earlier than the female one. Sometimes I like to sit on the couch with him and watch the lighted picture box. That Stargate program is pretty intresting, although I’m disappointed they don’t have any cats in lead roles. The Gaould look like they might be fun toys. From my wanderings around this computer, I think his blog is Geeky Ramblings.
The female monkey has red hair … and tends to sleep later than the male one, although she does come home a lot later too. She also stays up later in the evening. She talks to me a lot more … although I haven’t figured out what dialect of cat she is speaking. I suspect she’s just learning to speak cat and hasn’t mastered most of the basic language constructs. At least she’s trying. Her blog appears to be BlogulaRasa.
