Enjoying Comfort

I've become much more comfortable with the household. I take special advantage of when the dogs are out (doing their business). This morning I jumped on the nice lady's lap and played with a shiney, sparkly thing. Purrrring away. Then the dogs came. Ears down. Gotta go. The chase continues on. Back to my homebase -- the kitchen countertop.

Things sometimes move on the countertop that I jump up on. This morning I jumped up and knocked down a basket of writing sticks (pens and pencils) all over the floor. I still try to help them with their phone problems. The ringing. Listening to voice mail. The humans don't seem to appreciate it and push me out from in front of the phone. Meow. I'm only trying to help. Can I push a button (or two)?

Caught being stoned (on catnip)...

Meow,
Lily

Answer the phone!

I've been given the empowerment of the telephone in the house. On the occasion when it rings, I place my paw on the phone and look at the people that dwell in my house. By the second ring, I meow...they must not have heard the first ring. This usually brings a response. The other day, I could have sworn I heard my early master's voice...Alan, they call him. I began meowing. Don't they understand I want to speak to him? Where is he? Why isn't he here? It has come to my attention that I have people reading my blog. Should they want to ask any questions (that I haven't already answered...), I would be happy to respond. Maow, Lily =^-^=