Wednesday, August 31, 2011
It's supposed to be Whisker-Hump Wednesday.
Karen Jo: I know. I don't have any good pictures of your whisker-humps. I will try to get some.
What's so wonderful about Wednesday, anyway?
Karen Jo: It's the last day of my seven days in a row of work. All I have to do is get through Wednesday, then something great happens.
Karen Jo: I'll tell you tomorrow.
Emma: Some kitties have been sympathizing with me about getting chased by Herman. Truth to tell, I usually enjoy it. It's a fun game because he never catches me. When I get tired of it, I have several hidey-holes and places I can go where Herman can't follow me.
You never chase me back any more.
Emma: I only ever did that a couple of times, anyway. I think it's more fun running from you. You chased me away from the toy I was playing with this afternoon.
I wanted to play with it.
Emma: You always want to play with whatever toy I am playing with.
If you are playing with it, then it must be fun and I want it.
Emma: At least you don't always interrupt my play. Sometimes you are just too lazy to bother.
I need my nap time so I can chase you some more.
Emma: I really checked out the chicken Mom was eating to see why Herman likes it so much. I decided that I didn't want any after all.
I think you're nuts. The chicken is delicious and I ate a bunch of it.
Karen Jo: I just wish that you wouldn't lick the last bite before you decide you don't want it after all. If you just sniffed it and walked away, I could eat it.
It doesn't go to waste. You give it to the ravens along with the cat food we don't eat.
Karen Jo: The ravens really love your left over cat food.
Emma: They were really making a racket about it the other day.
Karen Jo: They sure were. They must have been pretty hungry.
Emma: I jumped up in the kitchen window to watch them. I can stand in Mom's chair and look out the window. I can get all the way up on the windowsill, but it's pretty narrow, so I would rather stand in Mom's chair. Mom hogs it sometimes, though.
Karen Jo: I only sit in that chair to eat my lunch. You have it the whole rest of the time.