Saturday is HISS DAY

I am not happy. I usually love Saturdays. My normal Saturday goes like this:

Wake up humans by jumping on bed.
Go to litter box.
Jump in sink and look for water.
Go back to bedroom and jump on bed (cause humans still aren't out of bed yet)
Then sit in window while daddy goes out and gets donuts! (I love donuts and Saturday is always donut day)
Eat my yummy donut while enjoying my day with humans. (happy cat)

BUT NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.....

This Saturday went like this:

Wake up humans by jumping on bed.
Humans got right up on first jump (weird)
Go to litter box - while in box momma poured a bunch of food into my dish (strange)
Go to bathroom to jump into sink (but daddy was in there, you don't want to go in there when daddy is in there, smelly) So, I drank out of my dish instead.
Momma was in bedroom getting change. (it's rather early to change clothes, I thought)
She gives me a bunch of belly rubs and tells me to be a good boy. (Aren't I always a good boy?)

I run to the window and wait for daddy to leave. I look out the window and see both momma and daddy leaving. (Maybe he needs momma to go too cause he is buying extra donuts and needs help carrying them?)

I waited and waited and waited and waited and waited. I finally left the window and walked around the house to see if they were back yet but nope, still not home. I went back to the bedroom and the bed was empty so I decided to take a nap for a bit.

When I woke up I quickly jumped off the bed and ran to the window but the truck still wasn't back yet. Where could they be? They never leave me alone. When they go out for the day the always take me with them. I was getting rather angry at them for leaving me alone...plus...I didn't even get my donut yet.

Finally, I heard the truck. I ran to the door and waited for them to come in. They were so happy to see me. Momma picked me up and started to cuddle me and I got all hissy with her. How dare they leave me! She put me down and I just attacked her foot and ran into the other room.

I think they know that I am not happy. The worst part of all of this is that they didn't even bring me a donut. It was Saturday, didn't they realize that? *hiss*

I'm going to get even with them while they are sleeping....oh wait, should I say not sleeping cause I'm going to make all sorts of noises tonight and keep them awake.

Meowahahahahaha!

Weekends are made for Dunkin

I just love the weekends for several reasons.

1) Daddy is home all weekend. (even though he has ducknapped my duckie before, I do like it when he is home cause we usually end up going out somewhere plus he gives me tons of attention at home)

2)Saturday is Donut Day. I love it when daddy goes out and gets donuts and bring them home. nom nom, chocolate frosty glazed donuts are my favorite!

3)Pawty time - yup, the anipals had a pawty this weekend and it was a blast. I got to stop by for a few hours during the night to have some catinis and do some dancing and just have some fun.

I took a quick picture while at the pawty - Here it is:

I don't know why everyday can't be weekend days. Humans are so much happier on weekends, I get much more attention on weekend plus I get some yummy treats.

I just love the weekends.

Oh ya, I even had sun this weekend.

Life is good.

Saturday is Donut Day

I knew it was Saturday cause the alarm clock never went off and momma and daddy didn't move out of bed till much later. I have to admit I do let them sleep a bit longer on Saturdays cause I know that if I am really good I'll get a special morning treat...Donuts!

On the weekend daddy has to get his coffee and always get donuts too. I have a weakness for those yummy doughy chocolaty frosted glazed donuts.

I waited patiently at the window for daddy to return. I started to ignore the birdies who were chirping away trying to get my attention. I was too busy thinking about my donut. I started to lick my whiskers in anticipation. Sometimes my mind can get rather evil cause I found myself having thoughts of waiting by the door for daddy and when he walks in - I'll walk out in front of him and make him trip over me...that way I could have more than one donut - I would get them all. I realized that wasn't a good plan cause daddy might get hurt or worse, the donuts might not fall out of the box and then daddy would be angry at me and give me none. So, back to the window I went.

Daddy finally came home. The feast of lovely chocolaty frosted donuts began. My tongue couldn't lick them fast enough. I really wish I could have this everyday.

After our breakfast momma said to daddy that they had to get their errands done early. I was all excited cause that meant I got the house alone. My belly was nice and full so I figured a nice peaceful nap would make this the perfect morning.

Before I knew it I was being put in my crate. Now, I know the crate means car ride. I dont freak when I see the crate cause I go for a lot of car rides and I do enjoy them. We didn't go in the truck so I knew we weren't going to the RV - our other house on wheels. The car usually means a long drive to grandhumans house or to the Pet Store. We ended up at the Pet Store. I've been going to the pet store since I was a kitten and they love seeing me grow.

Momma and daddy picked up some food - it wasn't the type I eat so I was wondering who it was for. We then went down the toy aisle. My favorite place to be! So many great toys and colors. I get all excited seeing them. Momma grabbed 2 duckies that were on the shelf which left 1 duckie all by himself. Next minute Daddy picked up the last duckie on the shelf. I was thinking ''Oh no, he is going to kidnap another duck.'' Momma also grabbed some springs, mice and some treats for me to try.

The toy aisle is near the ''adopt a shelter cat'' cages. Momma always go over to them and says hi. I sometimes don't like to look cause I get all nervous. The last time an older cat hissed at me. Momma saw this 2 year old Maine coon mix that needed a home. I felt bad she didn't have a home. Next minute, the humans started talking about getting me a playmate cause I really should have a friend at home. I was thinking what a good idea that would be. They said they were going to talk to the people at the shelter when we go up there to drop off the food and toys. I then realized we were shopping for the cats that didn't have a home like me.

We left the store and drove up to the shelter where momma brought the presents in. I didn't get to go into the shelter cause the dogs that are there always scare me with their barking so I waited in the car with daddy. That's when daddy reached into a bag and pulled out another duckie! He told me that this duckie was for me. I was thinking I already have a duckie...but as soon as he gave it to me I was like, ''Oh duckie I can love you too.''

I guess at that moment I decided to forgive my daddy for kidnapping Doe E. Duck the other day. How could I stay mad at him. He really is a good human. I guess he thought he was just being funny when he did that.

Now, I have another duckie that I need to name. I'll have to have a talk with Doe E. Duck and see what he thinks we should name them. I hope he doesn't get jealous. Maybe I'll give him some name that relates to my daddy. Since he did something rather nice for me.

I'll let you know what I come up with and also take some pics of me with my duckies.

I'm gonna go and take a nap now cause it was such a busy day for me.