Christmas Gifts

“What are the humans up to now, Oscar? They are getting these little socks down from the tree.”

“I do not know, though they keep looking at us and laughing. This cannot be good for us,” sighed Oscar.

The humans placed 3 very small Christmas stockings on the floor, each one of them fat and full of goodies for the kittens. Schottzie was the first to approach, sniffing cautiously at first before sticking her nose into a stocking as far as she could get it.

“Hey, what is she doing?” cried out Olivia. “She seems to be very excited about some old socks. Oscar? Oscar?!?”

“Mmmpf mmm pfff yummffff”, mumbled Oscar as he too stuck his nose into one of the stockings on the floor.

“These stockings are delicious, Olivia, you must try one.”

Olivia carefully approached the last remaining stocking, first tapping on it with her paw, then sniffing carefully.

“Ooooo that smells delicious!” yelled Olivia. “And these are full of toy mice! So this is what Christmas is. These humans have done very well with this holiday.”

“Sure”, mumbled Oscar. “Christmas is delicious."

Cupboard Raid

“Olivia, I think I know where they hide the treats”.

“Are you sure Oscar?”

“Of course I am sure; watch this”

Oscar jumps onto the counter, and with a few flicks of his paw the cupboard door opens.

“Oooo, listen to how this package crinkles. This must be it.”

“Oscar, be careful…..eeek!”

The package, along with many smaller containers, come tumbling onto the floor.

“Oscar, you idiot, you almost killed us”

“Calm down, everything went according to plan. Now if only I could get into these…”

“Here we are. Uhh oh, these are not our treats!”

“Oscar, these are human cookies.”

“You kittens are foolish!”yelled Schottzie, “I will now shat on the floor to punish you for your foolishness”

Eeeeeeeeeeee…..thump.

“Ewwww. Run Oscar, it stinks like your butt in here”

Christmas Tree

Today was a very interesting day around here. The larger human brought into the house a very big bag that looked very heavy. It made a very fun, crinkly sound, so Oscar and I both had fun jumping on and off of it. The large human did not think it to be so much fun, and before long we had been banished from this bag by the human.

The human opened up the bag, which made a strange sound while it was opening. The human pulled out of the bag these little green sticks that looked like tree branches. Oscar and I went over to have a sniff, and these things smelled nothing like the branches of a tree. They looked like the branches of a tree, which made this very confusing. Ahhhh HAHHHHI yelled as I leapt into the bag. Ahhh HAHHHH! Oscar followed and jumped on me.

Oooo, these branches are so soft, and playing in this bag is so much fun. The human is not paying any attention to us, as he begins to connect the branches to a big, green stick. Hmm, it almost looks like….no, it cannot be. Can this human really be making a tree…inside….for us? Oooo my goodness, how wonderful a gift this will be! I wonder why the human is starting at the top. It does make for a funny looking tree.

After some time, the tree began to take shape. Olivia, tired out from playing in the bag was napping. I, however, knew that this bag would lead to great things, and decided to conserve my energy. Oh boy, was I correct in my thinking. I went to the sandbox to do, um, cat things, and upon my return behold! A tree has now sprouted up inside of our house. I ran as fast as I could and was soon to the top of the tree.

The first thing I noticed about this tree was that it was much more difficult to climb. The trees outside have thick branches towards the inside, and they get thinner as you move away from the tree. This tree had branches that stayed very thin no matter where you went. Also, the branches were very shiny and cold, as if they were covered in ice. Very, very, strange.

When I woke up, I found my brother straddling this tiny little branch at the top of the now built tree. It was hysterical to watch him attempt to move around up there. After watching him struggle, I decided to go and show him how to climb a tree properly.

Olivia, you…..you came to show me how to climb? You may have come to the tree; you may have climbed the tree, but your method of dismounting the tree sort of discounts your expert status. Howling for a human to lift you down, or jumping from the top to the ground are not “expert” methods of tree climbing.

Oscar, if you don’t stop this instant….

You will do what? Climb a tree to hide?

Ugh! I am out of here!!!!!

I cannot wait to see how she climbs with lights on the tree

Oscar! I heard you….

She’s Back!

The days and nights were dragging as I waited for Olivia to come home. I could hear the wind howling outside, making me think about how cold, hungry, and alone she must be. The howling wind was frustrating as I could not hear if she was meowing below the windows. What if she needed my help? How would I hear her with all of the noise the winds were making?

The morning has now come for the third time since I have last seen my sister. The humans continued to leave the door open in this little house they call a garage, and had left her bed, food, and water in the garage in case she came home and we could not hear her. I have not slept, eaten, or played very much. The humans spent time yesterday walking around outside, as I checked the windows and waited for any sound that could possibly be her.

The larger human walked around outside for a little bit before leaving for the day, leaving the bed, food, and water in the garage for her just in case. The smaller human stayed home for a while, and was getting ready to leave, when we heard it. Meeeeeooooowwwwww! Meeeeeooooowwwwww! Meeeeeooooowwwwww! Meeeeeooooowwwwww ! Olivia had come back!

Quickly we raced down the stairs, and the door opened, and there she was! My sister had come back home! Without saying a word, she darted up the stairs and went straight for the food bowl. She ate as if she had not eaten for three days.

Oscar, that is because I had not eaten for three days. There was no food inside of this garage that I was stuck in.

You silly kitten, you worried me so much! You cannot go anywhere without me anymore, Olivia. I will shadow you no matter what when we go outside.

Stop biting me Oscar!

I will stop only if you promise to stay close to me when we are outside.

Ok, ok, I promise.

Where, Oh Where, Can She Be?

The day began as it always does; we begin to play when the sun comes up, we eat, make some brownies in the sand, and find a warm soft place in which to lie down and nap. This day was a little different, though, as one of the humans was home much longer than normal. This allowed us to go outside in the morning to play and to hunt, which was a nice change for us.

Later that afternoon, being tired from all of the running around my sister and I were doing, I settled in for a little nap. When I woke up, it was nearly dark, and my sister was nowhere to be found. The humans were not worried, but I was. She had never gone out by herself before, so I did not know where she could be. Making things worse, the humans were not letting me out to go and look for her.

It began to grow darker, and I could tell that now the humans were beginning to worry. Olivia has never been gone this long by herself. I wished that I could go out to look for her. The big human grabbed this little stick that makes light, and soon went outside. It was some time before he came back, but when he did there was still no Olivia. The humans and I were checking the windows off and on for most of the night, and they would occasionally leave with this lighted stick, but soon the night was coming to an end, and still no Olivia.

The night was long, cold, and lonely. And quiet; very, very, quiet. When the next morning finally came, the big human went outside with me to look around. I sniffed at all of Olivia’s favorite places, and could not find a trace of her. The human was looking everywhere, including in the trees and on roofs, but no sigh of Olivia could be found. Where could this sister on mine be?

Mice, nature’s Scooby snack

As the weather has grown colder, we are starting to see more toys running outside than ever before. This has been very wonderful for my sister and I, as these toys are both very fun to play with and very delicious to eat.

There are many of these little things around the buckets that the humans throw our brownies in. Every time I am outside, I can always find a pawful of these little things. Olivia does not have much interest in them, so I get to have them all to myself. These toys, which the humans refer to as “mice”, are very strange. They always want me to chase them at first, and even let me flip them in the air after I catch them so that we can start the game again. Eventually, though, they begin to slow down, and finally stop playing. I try to make them play some more, but they refuse to move, so I eat them.

These things are just everywhere it seems, especially at night. One night I was playing with two of these at the same time, but the humans came out and made me come back inside. Perhaps the next time I see them I will sneak one or two inside and hide them as pets.

Bringing Home Pets

On a wonderful day a couple weeks ago, while sniffing around a tree with my sister, something moved in the tree that caught my eye. It was a lonely, little, chipmunk that appeared to have lost its way. It looked just like one of the toys my sister and I play with when we are in the house, so I stalked in for a closer look. Oh, it looked so delicious! The little thing stopped in its tracks, thanks to my sister’s wonderfully graceful tree climbing technique. I swear she could wake the dead with all the noise she makes in those branches.

Once the sound machine that is my sister moved on, the chipmunk began to move around again, looking for food I would imagine. To my surprise, it began to move right towards me! I slouched down in the shadows and waited. I could see it slowly but methodically moving down the trunk of the tree towards me, pausing to sniff the air on occasion. When it hit the ground, I knew it was mine! I pounced on it from my hiding place, and grabbed it in my mouth. It wiggled a bit, but eventually knew its fate was sealed. I finally had a pet of my own!

To celebrate this achievement, I walked through the neighborhood, strutting, proudly taking my prize home with me. When I arrived at home, though, the humans became very worried and started to chase me. Up the stairs I went, humans in tow, and when I dropped my prize, they went after it. Ahh, now I see, they want to play with my new pet, too. All of a sudden I was whisked away to a room and closed in by myself. I heard my pet and the humans running around for a bit, and then, just silence. When I was let out, my pet was gone. Sigh. Oh well, guess I will have to hide it next time.