A day in the life of my cats (Gouda and SleeStak)

Miscellaneous and Personal Stuff I Must Share
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6:00 AM (Gouda) Eric’s been lying down too long. He could be dead. It wouldn’t be good if he died, the food would stop. I better walk on his face to make sure he isn’t dead. GOOD, HE ISN’T DEAD. Time to go back to sleep.

6:05 AM (SleeStak): Eric might be dead. Gouda walked on his face but he still might be dead. Better check by licking his nose. HE’S NOT DEAD! ::YAWN:: Need to nap now that Eric is safe.

11:00 AM (Gouda): Hey, Eric is up. Oh, he is sitting on the BIG WHITE LITTER BOX. “Hey SleeStak, Eric is using the BIG WHITE LITTER BOX. We have to help him by twining through his legs.” (To humans this sounds like ‘Meooooow”).

11:05 AM (SleeStak): Good, rubbing against his legs helped. “Gouda, good job on the twining.” (This also sounds like meoooow)

11:06 AM (SleeStak): Hmmm, Eric is going towards the food bowl. THE FOOD BOWL!!! OH MY GOD, THE FOOD BOWL IS ALMOST EMPTY!!! IF HE DOESN’T FILL THE FOOD BOWL WE’LL DIE!!! WE’LL ALL DIE I TELL YOU!!! (to humans this sounds like MEOOOOW MEOOOW!!!)

11:07 AM (SleeStak): Ok, the bowl is full now. “Hey Gouda, whatcha doing?”
(Gouda): “Staring at the wall.”
(SleeStak): “Why are you staring at the wall?”
(Gouda): “Because it freaks Eric out.”
(SleeStak): “Cool, that sounds like fun. I’ll stare at the wall as well. This will really freak him out:

11:20 AM (Gouda and SleeStak): Enough wall staring. Time to nap.

3:00 PM: (SleeStak) Oh, Eric is going to work. Better check the food bowl. OH MY GOD, THE FOOD BOWL IS ALMOST EMPTY!!! IF HE DOESN’T FILL THE FOOD BOWL WE’LL DIE!!! WE’LL ALL DIE I TELL YOU!!! MUST HAVE MORE FOOD!!!(to humans this sounds like MEOOOOW MEOOOOW MEOOOW!!!)

3:01 PM: (SleeStak) Whew, Eric almost left without filling the bowl. But its full now but I’m not hungry. Time to nap now. I think I’ll go join Gouda.

12:30 AM: (Gouda and SleeStak): Huh? What’s that? Oh, ERICS HOME!!! HE CAME HOME WHILE WE WERE NAPPING!!! HEY, ERICS HOME!!! (this too sounds like MEOOOOW MEOOOOW MEOOOW!!!)

12:31 AM: (SleeStak) “ERICS HOME, ERICS HOME!!! Oh crap, I HAVEN”T CHECKED THE FOOD BOWL! IT MIGHT BE LESS THAN FULL!!! I WAS RIGHT! OH MY GOD! THE FOOD BOWL IS NOT TOTALLY FULL! WE ARE GOING TO DIE! WE ARE GOING TO DIE RIGHT NOW UNLESS THE FOOD BOWL IS FILLED!!! (MEEEOOOOOOWWWWWW!)

12:32 AM: (SleeStak) That’s better. Hmmm, I think I’ll stare at the wall again to freak Eric out.

12:35 AM: (SleeStak) Hmmm, he isn’t paying attention. Oh no. Not again……Oh my god his is staring at the WHITE BOX THING!!! GOUDA, HE IS STARING AT THE WHITE BOX THING AGAIN!! AND DOING THAT THING WITH HIS HANDS!!! WE HAVE TO STOP HIM!!!

12:36 AM: (Gouda) Your right. HE HAS TO STOP!!! YOU STAND IN FRONT OF THE WHITE BOX AND I’LL WALK ON THE ADSFSFDGKL;DS’GVJNAKER324 809

12:45: (Gouda and SleeStak) That’s better, he stopped staring at the white thing and gave us the love we, as cats, deserve. Time to nap.

1:30 AM: (SleeStak) Hmmmm, Eric is lying under the covers. Looks like he is going to sleep. That looks like fun. Hey…HEY, I want under the covers! HEY, ERIC! I WANT UNDER THE COVERS!”

1:32 AM: (SleeStak) Hmmm, that wasn’t as much fun as I thought. Hey Gouda, did ya notice that Erics nose is dirty? We better clean it. Help me out, will ya? Geez, can’t he even take care of himself? We have to clean his nose EVERY night.

1:36AM: (Gouda and SleeStak) That’s better. All clean.

3:36 AM: (Gouda) Oh, look. “Hey SleeStak, it’s that evil grey mouse! The MOUSE is back! HEY, help me kill the MOUSE!!! Yeah, I know we killed it earlier but it is ALIVE!!! AND IT’S ON THE BED!!! WITH ERIC!!! IT’S ALIVE, HELP ME KILL IT!! (SleeStak) “Oh NO! It’s BACK….MUST KILL EVIL GREY MOUSE AGAIN!!!”

3:40 AM: (Gouda and SleeStak) WE SAVED ERIC! THE EVIL GREY MOUSE IS DEAD AGAIN!! WE SAVED ERIC!!!
…time to nap.

Slee

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::: laughs :::

Are you sure you don’t live at our house? This is pretty much what our cats do, only we have 3 of them and then there is the dog…

Just think of how much sleep we could get without the cats. Then again, think of how empty the house would seem without them.

:slight_smile:

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(purrrhaps…) it’s the lack of coffee, but I pictured you licking your own nose in sentence two until I recognized the difference in capitalizations.

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That sounds familiar. I love the cat names by the way, can’t help wondering if Sleestak is a noisy breather.

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Funny!

I wish I could write one about my little puppy dog, but she seems to sleep around 16 hours a day, so I guess it would be pretty dull.

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Hilarious! But what was the “evil gray mouse” at the end? You sleep with mice, too? Or am I just not catching something?

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Thanks.

Evil Grey Mouse is thier favorite cat toy. They have a habit tossing EGM onto the bed at which point they need to come kill it to save my life.

SleeStak isn’t a noisy breather but she has the most annoying meow you have ever heard.

Slee

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At my house, there’s no EGM, but Khan and Sirius often decide that they must fight to the death directly on my head at four in the morning. They give up after about ten minutes and decide to nap. Once again, directly on my head.

And the nose-licking–I sympathize. That’s how Khan tells me that the food in the bowl is insufficient. If he’s just being friendly, he grooms my eyebrows. Which is also unpleasant in the wee hours of the morning.

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I’m not sure if this is better or worse than occasionally waking up to the delightful sound of my dog enthusiastically slurping her own ass.

She also kindly informs me when there’s a thunderstorm in the middle of the night by attempting to stand on my face.

Otherwise, she’s mostly just snuggly at night.

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I am so living this. It tends to happen when you have four cats. (Disclaimer: there are two of us; that makes it only two cats a person, so we’re not “crazy cat people™”.

Only, with us, it’s more like:

OH NO!! I CAN ACTUALLY SEE A LITTLE CIRCLE OF THE BOTTOM OF THE SCIENCE DIET ORAL CARE BOWL! IF WE RUN OUT OF THAT, WE MIGHT ALSO RUN OUT OF HAIRBALL CONTROL! AND IF WE RUN OUT OF THAT, THEN WE MIGHT RUN OUT OF WET FOOD! AND THEN we’ll die!

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Is there something wrong with being “crazy cat people™”?
:dubious:
My most recent kitten carries toys. The other cats seemed to think this was amazing and wer watching her intently. Little did I know that they were plotting. So the rattley mouse toy somehow ended up in my bedroom. I first heard it at 4am this morning … until about 5am, then again around 6am and 7am and OKAY! I’M GETTING UP! STOP RATTLING THAT THING ALREADY! It wouldn’t be so bad except that in your half asleep brain you start imagining that you are sleeping in a den of rattlesnakes.

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Only if you and these engage in aerial warfare in the backyard.

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Now I want a Crazy Cat Lady figurine! Thanks a bunch, screech-owl. Now I’m going to have to revise my whole Christmas list.

I laughed so hard reading sleestak’s story. I can so relate, especially to the food dish bit. Our youngest cat is the biggest drama queen. If the food dish isn’t full to capacity, it hurts his feelings and he walks around the house and cries. It’s not like meowing, really. It’s more like a high-pitched “Mmmmeh.”

Recently, a day in the life of my cats involves trying to get into the Christmas tree while pretending that they have no intentions of doing so. And getting sprayed with water when I catch them. As you can imagine, this results in hurt feelings and much crying by aforementioned kitty. Poor thing has such a rough life!

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No problem. I find this is a nice combination paperweight, bookend, and conversation starter. Of course the conversations usually start out “EEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!”

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Luna and Katya decide, some nights, that they must fight at the foot of the bed. I have tried to explain that our legs are not a kitty battleground, but they don’t listen.

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Rats. I just know that someone in my family is going to give me the crazy-cat lady action figure for Christmas. My sister and I are tied with four cats each but she has a husband too.

I wish I knew what my five month old kitten was thinking (if anything) this morning when I had to remove her from my face no fewer than seven times.

My four-footed alarm clock.

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EEEEEEWWWWWW! is right! My dog might like to chew on it, though.

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This happens back at home to me. Only instead of nose licking or walking-on-face my cats seem to think “Why don’t I push crap off his desk!”
Oh, and I also get “I haven’t been outside for THREE HOURS! WHAT’LL I DO IF I’M NOT OUTSIDE? I’LL GO INSANE!” (Five minutes later) “It’s knida cold out here, huh. I think I want to go back in.”