The cats are in the house

Archiv für März 2008

Ein Hund denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie streicheln
mich: Das muessen Goetter sein.

Eine Katze denkt: Sie füttern mich, sie sorgen für mich, sie
streicheln mich: Ich muss ein Gott sein.

A cat thinks: They feed me, they care for me, they pet me. I must be a god.

After taking my antibiotics all week I am feeling much better. Food tastes great again, even though I will not touch my old cat food. When I smell it I am reminded of the pain I had last week. Mrs. Nice said I need to have my teeth cleaned, but she will wait until she off work since I have to have anesthesia.

Mrs. Nice was gone on a business trip all week. I was so happy when she returned on Friday. Saturday she spent all day in the garden and I was right along with her. Today was especially nice and she really worked hard. Of course I assisted her and observed the garden to ensure no other cat – especially Tom – would walk through the flower beds. (That’s my job!)

I took a nap in between and when I woke up she was still out there working. Mr. Nice helped her with the finishing touches and then she came in.