The Cat Rules!

Yesterday morning I went to retrieve our two creatures from Boarding. Moxie dog was so excited to be home, she kept inviting me to play or asking me to let her sit on my lap. At 80 pounds, she takes up most of my lap, so I spent a sizable amount of time yesterday on the floor with her sitting on my lap, face turned to lovingly look in my face. Pepe cat, coolly strode out of his carrier, practicing his aloof air. He sat in front of the wood stove, trying to start a fire with his glare. After a half hour, he gave up, jumped in his chair and promptly went to sleep. The only time I saw him all day was to go to the back porch a couple of times to demand his food or use his box. This morning, however, was a different story. At 3am, thundering paws awakened me, running up and down the stairs, past the bed, through the house, then back to the stairs again. Each circuit took about five minutes. Throughout the whole demonstration, he yowled loudly, stopping to meow at the top of his lungs as he reached the head of my bed. The unholy caterwauling  continued until I got up and fed him. A feeding in the middle of the night? What terrible torture have I taught him from this? Am I destined to witness the cat unleashed from hell every night at 3am? Only time will tell. At the moment, Pepe is blissfully sleeping on his chair, and he’s not telling.

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  1. This one made me laugh. I am allergic to cats but I love them. I had several growing up and they gave me no end of entertainment. Our last cat was Pacino, a big beautiful Himalayan who loved to play hide and seek when I got home. He also loved me to put the laundry basket over him and he would push it with his nose down the hall. It was hilarious. It sounds like your Pepe cat is quite a character.
    I look forward to more of these wild tales from the West.

    love you guys


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