The Large Pile of Stuff on My Chair

Dear Chippy,


I have not been able to stal...um, view you very well the past few days. The humans have piled up all sorts of dusty stuff they dragged out of cupboards on the chair I use. I did take a look out from the window on the stairs, but didn't see you at all. Where are you hiding these days?

The birds sound really awful, and I am wondering how you know so much about them. I see them sitting on the funny big antenna tree on the roof across the street. The four of them sit there stretching out their wings and they look absolutely unappetizing. And, for me, that's saying something!


Stay alive, little buddy!

Chutteringly, K.C.

You think you've got problems...

Dear Chippy,

I have to tell you that the furniture in here gets moved around a lot more than any furniture you have out there! I mean, every morning I come down and something is changed-- the chairs get changed and the boxes get changed and the laundry basket is in a different place. Sometimes it is a K-9 sort of experience just to get up to the window where I have to work.
(Not the canis familiaris sort of K-9, the mountain sort of K-9)

But, like you, I have to take stock of these things and it's the first thing I do each morning: check my perimeters. How is a cat supposed to know how to remove himself from one place and get to another in a hurry if the furniture is all re-arranged? They constantly do this to me. They sometimes get really ruthless about it-- boxes that they have imported for me are suddenly whisked away and squashed and put into a pile for the trashman. I once had a box that was about ten feet long with a very useful flap at each end. I could hide in there and they could not see me for hours. Then if some bare feet came by I could dash out and -- (well, they don't like it, but I think it's fun.)

What I hate is when they run around and throw things at me. They are really paranoid about the computer and I get attacked when I get back there with that humming cpu. Then I have to use the back roads to get away. There are some good secret places in this house, but, like I said, these good places can suddenly disappear overnight and then I have to start all over again mapping.

So what are you complaining about-- a few piles of sticks? You've got the whole world to hide in out there-- what's wrong with under the shed?

Humpf. K.C. Oh, and..


PS: Re: Bread Buttered on Both Sides -- NOT!

Why did you have to mention moving furniture? Now, just as you wafted the concept into the northwest breeze, the humans have decided to expand the office in the main room in this place and destroy at least one third of my territory. And they act as if they are not finished. I think I’ll go to bed early. There’s no point in trying to remap tonight. Who knows what will change overnight?

At least the main furniture out there is rooted to the ground. The houses. The trees. Get a life!
You never did answer my question about the large birds? They look like more than one cat could eat for dinner. Actually, they look like more than one cat could REACH! You know, the ones that sit on the elaborate TV antenna across the street and show off their wings? What are THEY all about?

I’m turning in early tonight.

Discombobulatedly, K.C.

Oh Yes, I Know That Family

Dear Chippy,

There's this person on TV that is named Summerbeach. My humans keep watching the Phillies and while they clap and cheer for Utley and Howard and Rowand, they are always down on Summerbeach. I think his first name is Godown

There are politicians in that family too. But I didn't know that You Know Who (not mentioning names of long slithering characters outside) was from that family.

I am sorry about your relative-- as I said before it is not the optimum way to experience Curtains -- I can think of nicer ways for a chipmunk to move on. But let's talk about something else; my mouth is beginning to water.

I would like to know about the woods. Everyone gets to go there except me.

And what are those very large birds that hang around across the street?

Chutteringly, K.C.