Mancat Monday

I just finished gorging myself on smoked turkey and decided to nap right here.

Karen Jo:  I take it that you enjoyed your Easter.

Mostly, but Emma whapped me.

Karen Jo:  I thought the incident was amusing.

I didn't think it was so funny.  You promised us smoked turkey for Easter dinner and you came through.  You chopped up a pretty big piece of turkey and put it in our spare food dish.  Emma beat me to it.  She was just sniffing at it, so I slowly started to push my nose toward the dish and she whapped me, right on the top of my head!

Karen Jo:  How many times have you done that to her?

Two or three times, but I usually just threaten to whap her.  I only whapped at her once and she dodged my paw.  You were sitting in your chair and eating, so I went over  to you to ask for some of your turkey.

Karen Jo:  That's when you missed the funny part.  After chasing you away, Emma sniffed and sniffed at the turkey, then licked it.  She ate one or two bites, then decided that she would rather eat the crumbs of Medley left over from breakfast.  I had to turn you around so you could see that the turkey dish was unguarded.

That Emma is silly.  I ate quite a bit of the turkey, but you put out a lot.  I couldn't eat it all.

Karen Jo:  What was really weird to me is that when I got home from work, the two of you still hadn't finished the turkey. After all the asking and asking me for more turkey, you didn't eat that much of it when I gave it to you.  I guess you prefer cat food, after all.  All of that got eaten up.  I noticed that you and Emma played with the toys while I was at work.

Emma played with them.  I just watched her.

Karen Jo:  You did that during after work playtime, too, at least until the play got interrupted.

Some really rude woofies started barking loudly.

Karen Jo:  That really caught both of your attentions.  Emma ran to my bedroom to get up in the high window to see what was going on and you went to the hall and started growling at each bark.  I never heard you growl before.

You never saw me hear woofies barking before, either.  I don't like woofies.  Remember when you petted that woofy at the vet's and I wouldn't let you touch me afterward?

Karen Jo:  I remember.  You didn't seem to mind my neighbor's little woofy who came over that time.

She was a really little woofy and she didn't bark.  I was bigger than she was, so she wasn't scary to me.  I think she was scared of me.

Karen Jo:  It's almost bedtime.  Are you ready to curl up with Emma and me for bedtime petting?

I am ready to curl up with you.  I guess I can tolerate Emma again.  We seem to be making a habit of both going to bed with you for bedtime petting.