Sunday, November 21, 2010
Karen Jo: Oh, poor you! You haven't used up all the nip I put on your cardboard scratcher and your Turbo scratcher yet.
I was interested in the cube until it scared me. Mom had taken it out of the package and was unfolding it when it made a loud noise and popped out of her hands. I went and hid behind my platform and wouldn't come out for a long time.
Karen Jo: They aren't kidding when they call it a pop-up cube. It popped half-open. I finished opening it, but I don't think Herman has gone near it yet. I tried scratching on the back of it to interest him tonight, but he knows that trick. I'll put some treats in it tomorrow to see if he can get over his distrust of it.
There were some new treats in the package. I haven't had Pounce before. Mom opened up the bag and gave me one when I came out from behind my platform. I like them. I played with my mousie and my doggie toys with Mom after she got home from work tonight. Thank you so much, Samantha and Clementine and everyone who voted for me.
Mom was hard to get up this morning. I really had to work at it.
Karen Jo: It was pretty strange. Herman knows that I have to get up when the alarm goes off. It seldom does go off because I usually wake up a half-hour to an hour early and turn on the radio, then just doze until the alarm is ready to go off, then get up. This morning I woke up an hour early and turned on the radio, after I made sure that Herman's food was OK after his early morning feeding. Then I zonked out completely. I was deeply asleep when the alarm went off. I turned it off and threw off the covers, then zonked out again and started dreaming. I dreamed that I was in my underwear, sitting on the side of the bed and putting on my socks. Herman kept sticking his claws in my butt and I kept turning around to tell him to knock it off, I was up already. I finally got really irritated with him and gave him a sharp rap on the head with my knuckles (which I would never do) and he began to cry. I woke up then and sure enough, Herman was sitting right by my butt, looking totally innocent. I don't know if he really cried out or not, but since he is so vocal, he probably did, out of frustration. I usually get up at the first hint of claws. He did a good job, as I got up only 15 minutes late.