This morning I couldn’t find the book mark that I left on my bedside table last night. It’s a very nice book mark, one of my favorites, a long satin cord with a heart on one end and a pretty “D” on the other end. I always tuck myself into bed at night and do a little reading before going to sleep. I love to read.
So last night I’m all tucked in and Meela jumps up and curls up on top of my belly, you know how they are, she had to be between me and the book so I can’t see the pages. She breathes really loudly which is only annoying sometimes. I like this cat. I push her gently over so she is closer to my pillow and I put one arm up over her so she’ll stay there and I go back to my book. I pull my arm down to turn the page and Feona jumps up next to Meela where they proceed to have a slap fight, playful but still…I watch the slapping cats instead of reading.
DC can’t be left out of a slap fight and now she has jumped onto my belly, does a little slapping of her own and immediately goes into kneading my stomach. By this time, I am laughing out loud and they seem to think that my laughter means here kitty kitty, except for Feona who went off the far side of the bed and is now trying to get onto the bedside table next to me. Meela pushes closer to me and lodges herself in the curve of my neck, her nose against my ear, remember she breathes really loudly, and DC digs into my belly even harder with her nails. DC needs her nails trimmed so I put up with the kneading as long as I can, then move her with my elbow over next to Meela who has now relaxed and is going to sleep. Feona, who jumped off the bed after the slap fight has taken my book mark from the bedside table and is under the bed playing with it. Oh, good grief.
This morning I looked under the bed and the book mark wasn’t there. I gave up trying to find it after looking in all of their usual hiding places and in my closet.
When I sat down at my computer this morning here in my library, guess what was on my keyboard? The book mark. Laying stretched out across the D to the Enter key, like it was a present or something. Thanks, Kitties. I don’t know for sure who put it there, they all steal it from time to time and they are all accomplished thieves.
At least this time they didn’t pull my CD player off of the bedside table, take the CD out and use it as a skateboard for the next hour and a half while I was trying to go to sleep. – Darcy
Oh how funny your post is this morning. I laughed so hard as I was reading it. Your diary today is truly comical and I LOVE IT. I have SIX felines, three boys and three girls and each have their own personality, no two alike. My DDennisDogg, my yellow labbie/chow mix gets his face smacked all the time by the kitties when he tries to invade their space. It happens frequently when a kitty is on my lap and Dennis wants attention (he’s sooo jealous). I find things all over the place that I have been looking for many months. Some things that disappear never reappear. I have found things from the family room down in the basement. It is the little things that these felines do that keep me going on the straight and narrow. Mine will tell me when I am late for their scheduled feedings. How could I possibly be late feeding these kitties? I have a watch on and clocks hanging on the walls all over this house. Ten minutes late and they all are under my feet giving me the “Where’s my food?” Mary Snowflake, my all white 10 year old sits on my computer stand, in front of the monitor and tries to get the cursor. I have the windows bubbles screensaver just for Mary’s entertainment and honestly there are times when I merely get up and let her have the screen. I am a big pushover, just like you Darc…GOTTA LOVE THOSE BABIES though. Thank you for the post this morning. It made my morning with a big smile and a warm spot in my heart. Take care.
Darcy, Yay, those are the kitty cats I remember. I miss them a lot! But it’s good to hear they are doing well although they are still as mischievous as ever! Alyssa
Dear Alyssa, You can come home and get them any time. LOL! They’re doing fine, no worries. – Darcy