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Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Today's Special: It's Not Just an Ordinary Cardboard Box

I thought today I'd tell you about one of my favorite things. We're all very fortunate in that we have just about everything a cat could want here. Food, toys, food, love, get the idea right? But there's something else here that I love very much. It's my window seat. It's where I say hello to the sun every day.  I do sometimes share it with my siblings, but for all intents and purposes, it is MY window seat.  With that said, let me explain...

When I first became part of this family, we lived in another house. It was a nice house, but I like our current one better. There was a cardboard box that lived in the closet of our old house.  There was a window in the closet and as fate would have it, this cardboard box sat under it.  Not intentionally, just by chance. It was a box full of things that the peeps didn't use, but didn't want to get rid of. It was what the peeps call a storage box.

Normally we aren't allowed in closets. My peeps have something against hair covered clothing. Do I take it personally? Yes! But I digress... Back in the old house, whenever the peeps would accidentally leave the closet door open, I would go in and immediately curl up on this cardboard box under the window.  Peeps would find me there and at first, they would shoo me out, but eventually they just let me stay there until I left on my own. Then they'd shut the door and my window seat would be gone until the next time I could sneak into the closet.  Sometimes I would meow at the door, but my peeps just thought I wanted to get into a place that I wasn't supposed to be. They didn't realize I must have been missing my window seat...

I'd been part of the family for a little over a year when we moved to our current house.  It was a scary time, but also very exciting.  The house didn't have any of my smells (which I quickly rectified by rubbing against every nook and cranny) and was filled with boxes. Now mind you, boxes are fun to play in and jump on so I'm not complaining.  But there was one box, in the bedroom, surrounded by several others, that was my favorite. Peeps would find me laying on it every day. As they started to unpack, they realized that the box they always found me on was the same box that had lived in the closet in the old house.  They had no idea why I loved that box so much...even I don't know...but they couldn't deny that I did. So, although it's just an ugly, old, slightly ripped, cardboard box, peeps decided to put it in front of one of the windows in the big bedroom and make it an official window seat!  They put a comfy blanket on it and it's just perfect. I literally spend a good part of every day on this window seat. I love looking out the windows, laying in the sun, watching the birds and the's just really my special place.

Even when my peeps bought brand new furniture, my special window seat stayed just the same.  When it started to sag a little bit in the middle, the peeps opened it up and put a fluffy old towel underneath to add some support.  It's as good as new now and extra cushiony!!

I know it must bother my peeps to see a tattered old box sitting in front of the window when I'm sure they'd rather have a nice piece of furniture there, but that's why I love my peeps so much. They realize that looks can be deceiving. They can see beyond its ugliness.  They can see it's not just an ordinary cardboard box.  They can see it's a super-duper Herbie window seat!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Today's Special: Call Me Housepainter Herbie Please

I'm determined that every post won't be about food so...I thought I might tell you about my newest endeavor. I know it won't be nearly as exciting as roast chicken and cake, but not every day can be filled with those unbelievably good things can it? If your answer is a resounding "Yes it can!", then please get in touch with me sooner than immediately. I'd like us to make plans for me to move in with you.

My peeps have been ripping the house apart lately doing something they call painting. At first I didn't really understand it. Obviously it was one of those "peep things" that I simply put up with because, well, I love them. They started with the dining room a couple weeks ago. They moved all the furniture (which was actually quite good for one reason...I found a long lost favorite pack of tissues which I have now been playing with daily.  Whoopie!) then climbed around with various "tools of the trade" and complained each night about how tired they were.  Not exactly my cup of tea, but different strokes for different folks right? I tried to get involved as best I could. For example, I politely walked thru the full-of-paint roller pan to let them know that I was onboard and fully supportive of their silly plans. This caused quite a bit of excitement on their part. There was running and yelling...which caused me to run and yell too! As I said before, I always try to get involved. Unfortunately it ended in me having my paws washed in the powder room sink. Pfftt...

I heard much talk of a faux finish that peeps were going to put on the bottom of the dining room wall. I've come to learn that faux means fake so peeps were planning to put a fake finish on the wall. Ok... Who am I to judge right? As long as I don't get faux food or faux treats, I'm good.  So anyway, after hearing about this faux finish, I immediately thought...I can help with this. I ran to the proverbial drawing board and came up with a finish that I thought the peeps would really enjoy. Hair of the Herbie.  With a mixture of spring shedding and wet paint, Hair of the Herbie would take mere minutes to accomplish and in my mind's would look stunning.  Let me just say that peeps did not enjoy my idea in the least. After they put the faux finish base coat on, I attempted to begin my hairing. Similar to the "walk thru the roller pan event", there was yelling and grabbing. Fine! It would have looked amazing. Although what they eventually chose to do does look very nice I suppose.

At the current time, the peeps are finishing up their second room, the family room. As always, I'm trying to help as much as I can.  I did a complete inspection of their trim painting earlier. Peeps appreciate it when I give things my Herbie Seal of Approval. I know they depend on my keen sense of detail and honest evaluation.

The most irritating aspect of the family room was the addition of the loud spitting machine which left the carpet moist. The dining room is hardwood floors, but the family room is still carpet. Peeps hate it and are planning to have hardwoods installed sometime soon. But, since the furniture was already moved out of the room for painting, they decided to steam clean the carpet. Pfftt... I did not enjoy it one bit! Every time I walked in the room, my paws got wet. Urgh!  Would it have really been so difficult for them to put up a small cat-sized sign that said "WARNING: WET PAW AREA. WALK WITH CAUTION"? No, I don't think so. To me, it's the little things that count.

As you can see, I've been extremely busy these last few weeks. Managing my peeps is a full time job. Thankfully this weekend they are not doing any painting. The horrible spitting machine will be back, but it will be cleaning carpet upstairs so I can stay down in the family room and relax in the sun. I need some relaxation. It's not easy being me...