Hello again out there in blog land, it’s me, Kit Kat and I’m sorry I haven’t been around much but when Mom works, I have trouble typing with my claws and need her help. She got all of her things done (including a nap) and now she’s ready to tell the next tail with me.
So this little dog here is “the other one”. Her name is Chi (officially Cheez-Its) and they call her Cheese too. She is a bundle of energy and it’s taken me over a month now but last night I came out where her, Apple and Mom were sitting on the floor. I know I’m still a little freaked out because she moves too fast for my tastes but Mom came up with a unique idea and I’m almost ashamed to say that I caved in and walked out in the most dignified way and joined them.
Why? do you ask? Well it seems Mom has found my soft spot of cravings…yes, I admit it, I’m a fiend for cheese. “Because I’m all about the cheese, bout the cheese, bout the cheese, no crackers….” Mom sang that to me when she saw that I liked the cheese but being grain free…no crackers….I guess that’s okay and it’s a catchy tune.
OMG, that is the BEST STUFF EVER!!!!! She gave a little piece to the two beasties and then a little piece for me. I thought I died and went to kitty heaven it was soooo good.
I finished my piece and climbed up on her lap looking for more but she was being stingy with it…said something about my poops being runny if I ate too much.
My poops are just fine thank you so pass the cheese please.
I come out every morning now when the folks wake up and I meow at them hoping for more cheese but they just pour me some wet food in the dish and that’s good too I suppose but I’d prefer more cheese.
So after I ate the cheese I didn’t run away. I moved around the living room as the dogs laid there not moving or bothering me and I must say it was kind of fun. They sit out there every evening on the couch watching some loud gangster show called The Sopranos….do you realize how much potty mouth goes on in that show? Geesh….bad, bad, bad. You’d never catch me saying those words but I have sworn at that dog a few times under my tuna breath (only after eating the tuna food of course) and then I swipe at the beastie just to show her who’s boss. I still like the Apple dog the best and I like to creep around the house and rub my scent wherever she lays. On her carpet behind the couch where she naps, on the end of the bed where she sleeps and on her dog bed next to the bed where she sleeps when her legs hurt and she can’t jump that high to get on the people bed. She’s nice to me. She’s my pal, Happy Apple.
Mom told me Cheez-It got her name because their other dog Zip passed away and her little niece asked if Baby Cheezit took him to heaven. I think she meant to say Baby Jesus, but yeah, it’s cute I guess. So it’s gonna take a little while for me to warm up to her, I work on it of course but she is a herding dog type A pain in the butt personality Mom said and she likes to herd me back to my room.
I hang out in my room a lot and sit on the window sill and bat at the lizards that are outside the glass. I think they try to torture me ’cause they know I can’t really get them when they’re on the outside and I was so excited when there was a little baby one on the cathedral ceiling last night in the living room and he was too high for Mom and Dad to get him and I know when it finds its way down to the ground I’m gonna get him and maybe I’ll eat him or give him to the folks so that they can be proud of my fierce hunting skills….
I wonder if he tastes like cheese?
The two beasties side by each-some day we may be the Three Muskateers….